The Black Panther Movie Review


The Black Panther Movie was Great, Excellent, Fabulous and Fantastic!! Brilliant! It was wonderful to see Africans as Heroes and Heroines!  Black People in Charge!  We are the Heroic Voice with the story told from a Black viewpoint!

Reigning and ruling in a Civilization more technological advanced than any European one! Africans! Black People! With power and authority! Rulers! Kings and Queens!

Unlike the lies that Europeans and white Americans have fed Blacks across the Diaspora for years that we were heathens, savages, and in need of their Euro-Centric Christianity. Africans had their own advanced systems, cities, kingdoms and faith based systems that suited us. Praise to the Ancestors!

Not to say that the story is one sided because there are enemies from within as well as from outside.

Yes there were white people in the audience but certain dialogues and situations resonated more with Black people. Without giving any too much one scene where a white American asks a stupid question and the Sister responds Yes Colonizer. 

(Yes Europeans invaded Africa stole our resources, land and people in the name of Christianity) with a knowing smile on her face. Or when the white guy touches the King and the Black Female Warrior says that if he touches you one more time that she will Spear him to the table. That resonates with me because some white people have a bad habit or unauthorized touching. Slavery is gone and no we are not your pets! So keep your hands to yourself. Personally I hate being touched and have had to stop myself from punching touchy feeling white folks in the face.

TRUTH!!

Plus the movie has Dark Skinned Black Women as Warriors and Kingdom Guardians! Those Dark Skin SiStars Kick Ass!!

At the end of the film every Black Person in the audience Stood up and Cheered! Now that’s a Powerful movie! Outstanding! I highly recommend that every Black Person see this movie!

 

UNASHAMEDLY AND UNAPOLOGETICALLY BLACK & PROUD!

BLACK POWER!

 

 

 

 

 

The Quilted Loom


The Quilted Loom

 

In an abandoned open lot with an empty battlefield grazing behind it the Gingery Burnt Orange hair Sienna  skinned Weaver sits at her Loom.

 

 

People passing by alongside the adjoining sidewalks were totally oblivious save for the dozens of Calicos wandering to and fro between aspects of scenery.

 

Weaving Knitting Needles, Silken cacophonies of Symphonies, Singing Satin Brocade Ballads, and Crocheted mittens, rugs, tapestries, curtains, draperies, silken robes,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

 

The Weaver’s arms set a Frenetic pace birthing galaxies, solar systems Whirling out into distant dimensions. Hurtling through time and space.

 

She had to hurry before those three hags returned. Especially disturbing was the Cackling Crone with the shears.  No vermin that foul should have the power of life and death. Each harridan who cloaks composed of silent screaming emerging faces crying out in unheard agonies.

 

Falling Stars and Meteors

 

Parasols clanged with Umbrellas fighting to grow into Spears, swords, Bows and arrows

Delusion and Illusion were flung out into the Abyss

 

Double Fold in the Ears.  Click Clack.  Click Clack.

 

Out flew words, sentences, paragraphs and phrases from every language and worldly alphabet Calendars, days, weeks, months and years flew forth whipping by that any passersby would have been violently slapped if in the pathway The came the faces of Goddess/God Swirling, Twirling, Spinning, Revolved, Jumping Leaping into the Arms of the Beloved…………

 

Kali reached out with multiply arms to grab all defectors.  Banishing them to Eternal Limbo in Purgatory 

 

The Mystical Arms of the Seed of Abraham Join Forces in Homage to Yemaya Oshun Jumping in and out of the Sacred Circle Each one grabs a thread intertwining round the Banyon & Bodhi  Trees

 

Levitating and Pirouetting in ecstatic ecstasy

 

Turtles and Trees know the true story

 

Mighty Oaks, Sturdy Sequoias, and wistful Palms sprung up with ease sheltering the dancers from the burning sun and blowing hot Sirocco  sandy Harmattan

 

Bonnetted Women Blew in from Dusky Shore line Forests selling their wares to thirsty travelers.

 

 

https://dancingpalmtrees.com/2017/03/25/red-forest-man-meets-yemaya-oshun/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A powerful story about being asked where you’re really from is getting great responses.


http://www.upworthy.com/a-powerful-story-about-being-asked-where-youre-really-from-is-getting-great-responses?c=upw1

My African Co-workers might upon meeting me ask if I’m from a certain specific African country because I resemble people from that area.

However it is extremely rude to ask someone who you barely or don’t know Where are you from. 

I’ve worked at the museum for 9 years and I do my best to get to know people before asking that type of question. Maybe after months of getting to know someone I might ask them where their parents or grandparents were from but if you’re in this country you are an American. 

I don’t like to hurt peoples feelings or put them. Since my colleagues hail from every country in the world we often share foods and traditions. 

I have never felt offended when a Sister or brother from the Caribbean/West Indies asks me if I’m Jamaica same with Africans.

We are all Black so it’s not an insult implying that I don’t belong but rather a gesture of Love from Our African Family Diaspora. We are One as Black people. For all of use Africa is our true home. One day I will make my pilgrimage to the Motherland. 

Unfurl | The Daily Post


https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/unfurl/

 

Unfurled

I am Unfurled in Headwraps and my Mother Continent. Kente and Mud cloth.

Multiple umbilical cords.  Links to lost languages and cultures drawing me back to my native grounds.

Made pilgrimage to the tree where he spun. Left to rot. Rope cut by lightening. His bones swallowed by earth. For us they emerged from sacred lands.  The more we dug the more you came forth. Prayer and tears were our anointing.

Unfurl the cloths of many colors Brown bodies America  return to Africa. Whole once again. My wandering souls now home. Daughters of the Dust fly home.

Oshun. Yemaya  Sweet Water Goddess Welcomes Me Harmony Home 

Warning Controversy Ahead


 

 

Most of you who have been following me for some time know that I discuss race relations on my blog. I know this is a sensitive topic and for some strange reason white Americans love to pick fights with me. Fights that they will not win nor will they change my beliefs.  This is my truth and I’m not afraid to express it.  I do not attempt nor have I ever attempted to curry favor with white people.

This week I will be posting blogs on the subject of race relations in America. Of course I’m sure to offend many people. I don’t care.

From the time I was bused against my will to a white school, put next to a red headed white boy whose greeting to me was Nigger I was raised to stand up for myself.  The Talk. The one that Black parents give to their children is more than just how to handle yourself around the police it is how to deal with white folks in general.

Yes I am an extremely blunt, to the point, direct outspoken Black Woman. The kind most white people hate.  So this is your chance to UnSubscribe or UnFollow Now.  Numbers mean nothing to me. I don’t care how many Subscribers or Followers I have or Don’t Have as the case may be.  I’m not here to win popularity contests.

I see so many claims of supposed Light Workers. If you are a true Light Worker you bring the truth along with the Sword. You acknowledge the Darkness and not just Gloss over it with meaningless platitudes and affirmations. Then there are those fake Bible Belt Christians. The ones that voted for the asshole who now illegally occupies the Oval Office. When innocent Black Americans are shot, murdered and tortured they immediately pull their paleface Jesus out of a hat and start telling Blacks that we should forgive and allow ourselves to be Targets. Now they don’t have to modify their behavior or do anything that would upset the status quo and make accountable a system that has a set of rules and regulations for Black & Brown races and unlimited privileges for their race.  Crock of shit.  Wounds don’t heal unless you expose them to the light and air of truth.

I Close Comments not because I’m afraid of a fight or a battle because as a Black American every day is a battle for me but I refuse to answer or respond to the stupid idiotic insults and meaningless arguments from not only white racists but especially white Liberals.  Liberals who cloak their supposed support in carefully couched language but who in their frenzy to prove their biased tales expose themselves to the light of truth then crash and burn.

Like watching and selecting TV shows on the Boob Tube whatever you don’t like or don’t want to read, My advice to you.

Change the Fucking Channel because Shit is About to Get Real!

 

To My African Sisters and Brothers across the Diaspora. Keep telling your Stories and Never Forget!!