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!!
When I look in the mirror and I see my kinky kinappy coily hair I just rejoice. My hair grows upwards towards God in the shape of a crown. I Love my Dark Skin, Full Lips, hips, thighs and butt. I am God’s Melinated Queen!
Fortunately I have access to the backyard so I did a grounding ritual. Really informal. Basically I just sat down in one of the chairs, put on some easy breezy music, took off my sandals and connected directly to Mother Earth. Gaia has healing properties so walking barefoot in the grass or placing your chair in a sunny grassy area and planting your bare feet to the earth helps stabilize you. The temps hit the 90s but the backyard is cooler thanks to the trees. My trusty bottled water is always by my side. Staying hydrated is essential. Sitting Sun Salutations are Fabulous!
I also conditioned my hair at the same time. I applied the Red Palm Oil pictured below onto my hair and sat out in the Sun for a little over an hour. Red Palm Oil has an earthy woodsy, roasted, smokey, nutty scent. Know that Red Palm Oil stains so when you do your Red Oil Hair Conditioning and Facial a little goes a long way. It stains. I wash out the Red Palm Oil in the kitchen sink which is stainless steel. So unless you want your clothing, floors and bathroom basin to be a orangery red color have lots of towels and wash clothes on hand.
Being that it was over 90 degrees outside these are optimal conditions for the Red Palm Oil, Coconut Oil, Jojoba Oil and Shea Butter to penetrate, soften and moisturize my hair and scalp producing excellent and wonderful results. Since it was so hot outside I wound up taking at least four or five showers. Refreshing! Pampering myself is a good thing.
Purchased Sage from the Botanica. Then burnt the sage going from the upper to the lower floors and out the door to purify and cleanse the house removing negative energies.
Glow Worm – The Mills Brothers (Lyrics in Description)
A Celebration of Black Women. Black Culture and Black Hair in all its Glorious Forms and Textures!!
Black Girls Rock!
Sisters and Brothers, Welcome to Radio Station W.E.B.B.
We Enjoy Being Black!
Ladies and some Gentlemen from across the Diaspora to Celebrate the Beauty and Intelligence of Black Women. Representing Africa, America, and the Caribbean. A salute to All Shades of Black and All African textures! We gathered once again in Prospect Park located in Brooklyn, New York not only to dance and get our groove on but to support Black business and Black Entrepreneurs.
Here are some Highlights from today’s event!! ❤
Spike Lee was in the House!!
Fun in the Sun!!
Curlfest Prospect Park
On the Way there!!
Arrival and Let the Fun Begin!! Wobble Baby! Wobble Baby!! Wobble Baby! Wobble!!
I was always a bit of a clothes horse. Looking good means a lot to me. Now I no longer have the chance to dress up as I did when I was young I still like to express my fashion sense when the opportunity arises. I’m not hitting the club anymore, dating or even hanging out with my girls because #1 I’m older and #2 my job is not conducive to socializing. As a museum guard I wear a non-descript ugly blue uniform that fits poorly and has me looking like a poor man’s Charlie Chaplin. Basically the uniforms are to make us visable to the public when they need assistance and the rest of the time fade into the background. Most visitors to the museum have no idea that most of the guards are visual artists, painters, sculptors, film-makers, musicians and photographers. Why are we museum guards because we can’t make a living with with our dreams and passions, we need to pay our bills and we need health and dental insurance. Therefore when I get off work and change into my street clothes I go from being a nobody back to me, a human being. Many of my guard co-workers express ourselves through our clothing, tattoos, piercings projecting an artistic vibe. Then we are on display as the creative human beings we really are. Hopefully during my vacation in May some of my museum guard buddies will allow me to share their sartorial expressions. Will let you know if that happens.
Don’t Mess with the Lioness!! Africa meets India.
Majical Mystical Poetry Goddess
My Lumpy phase. As you can see I was growing out of the dress.
As a photographer I wanted to honor this photographer and artist who passed away. His specialty portraits, mine Urban or Street photography. He also speaks about the influence of fashion in his artworks.