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Pashmina Blackpashmina blackPashmina Black
things i say and do may not come clean through my words may not convey just what i'm feeling
today is one of those days when i wake up with black stars in the middle of my eye. where the hell is that pashmina?! and the rhythm continues. the covers slowly glide down as he stretches out his arms. the shower is hot and polite: shall i burn you? not today, i’m a black star. he reaches for the charcoal and brushes his teeth perfectly. the cheap rugs in his room feel velvety, though its not like they have a choice. moonwalking down the middle, dripping wet polite dr
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--Bob
Kindred by Octavia E. Butler (you knew that was comin) what would you do if you were living today and got transported back to the antebellum south to take care of an ancestor, who is white none the less, and now even worth your respect?
Jill Scotts: The Moments, The Minutes, The Hours
Poem entitled Across your bread... what love ... black love ... my l ove should be all about ... the whole book is great ... but this is my favorite!
I love you!
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i with brown skin
"who stands tall
and speaks wide"
"Her body is like new brown bread
Under the Woolworth mignonette.
Her Body is a honey bowl
Whose waiting honey is deep and hot.
Her body is like summer earth,
Receptive,soft and absolute..."
" All About Lily Chou-Chou"
Checkity check it out!
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"We are not human beings on a spiritual journey...We are Spiritual Beings on a human journey..."
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Why in hell would you give somebody CPR for a bullet wound in the head? That doesn't make a lick of sense.
o.# <- omg, its Chichiri
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