I begin to feel those tiny bits of color floating up into me - deep in me. That streak of green from the june-bug light, the purple from the berries trickling along my thighs, Mama’s lemonade yellow runs sweet in me. Then i feel like I’m laughing between my legs, and the laughing get all mixed up with the colors, and I’m afraid I’ll come, and I’m afraid I won’t. But I know I will. And I do. And it be rainbow all inside. And it lasts and lasts and lasts. And I want to thank him, but I don’t know how, so I pat him like a baby.
Toni Morrison: “The Bluest Eye” excerpt from Black-Eyed Susans Anthology
this is a gorgeous piece of writing.
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There are so many things I want to do and places I want to go and I really really just want to be able to share these things with people I love.
Leomie Anderson “Rain in the Dust” by Saty Pratha for Fashion Gone Rogue
Black Girls Killing It Shop BGKI NOW
I want a bunny so bad. omg.
I’m getting a bunny this summer and I’m going to name it kitten.
This should have been my time. It’s over-it never began.
Why do I want him still? Why when there’s nothing there.
Morning time Aida realness - I Know the Truth
Everyones saying thanks because their lives were impacted and I’m in this hospital bed like slam poetry that’s trying too hard wanting all the normal things except maybe to never be sad again.
Congrats, graduates.
