A-Z of Countries → Eritrea
The actions of 19 Islamic extremists on 9/11 left an indelible mark on America. Today, millions pause to commemorate the attacks’ 13th anniversary, to honor the victims and to remember that all life is special and sacred. But there’s an untold story amid the many speeches and moments of silence — one filled with a different kind of pain, grief and strong sense of loss.
the worst thing you can say to someone is ‘you’re too sensitive’ because that’s basically saying ‘you feel things more deeply and fully than I do and this inconveniences me because now I have to be more mindful of my own actions’
you’re not too sensitive, the world is just callous and stubborn. sensitivity doesn’t make you weak and callousness doesn’t make you strong.
Success doesn’t come in a one size fits all. Don’t let anyone who isn’t where you want to be tell you what actions you should be taking.
You know what I hear in my head whenever people talk about Blue Ivy’s hair: “Beyoncé has all the money to make Blue look more white but she just let’s her walk around looking so black. Cause that’s essentially what your hatin’ asses are saying.
Hannah Giorgis: Pretending that we exist outside the consequences of blackness is an injustice to ourselves, African Americans and all black people
You, with the tongue that glues itself to the roof of your mouth when the whole family gathers and asks what you want to do with your life. You, who cannot bring yourself to force the words “artist, dreamer, anything but doctor or lawyer” out from the back of your throat. You, who hide your drawings, your quirks, your quiet rebellion.
I see you. I see your weird radiance, your strange brilliance. I see you shrink yourself to fit the standards of communities adjusting to a country that does not know what to make of us. I see you pull away from eyes struggling to make sense of you from across the dinner table, across the group of aunties with backs turned away from your growth.
There are no words for this—this moment when you feel continents apart from the people who share your blood but don’t understand the way your heart beats differently from their own. There are no roadmaps to make sense of a path we do not know exists until we stumble upon it.
But you are not alone. Your shy, your strange, your troubled—they walked alongside your ancestors, too. Fear stood alongside them through every battle, self-doubt became their bedfellow. Your art is not without precedent. Your heart is not without match in our legacies. You are not the first to waver, to wander, to wonder.
And the rest of us are not treated like human beings. Period.(x)
This man…I swear! Is there a stronger word then love? Because that is what I feel for him.
This man is everything
You can tell he is an educated black man. Using them words to seduce me lawd. But aside from that, he done spilt all the truth tea.
ooooh at your tags! nasty!
lmaoAdds” disabuse” to my repertoire
- Me: I feel like he uses me, my knowledge but then doesn't value or respect me.
- Baba: How?
- Me: He'll steal and appropriate the way I speak - terms I would use, uses my knowledge and experiential wisdom to make himself look good. But when I don't give it or when I do something that doesn't go his way in the work I do he gets really aggravated and raises his voice at me.
- Baba: You should record him doing this and then bring it to the board.
- Me: Why? I'm not like you baba. I don't want to create problems and be forced to walk on eggshells.
- Baba: No, but if what has been happening got out he could ignore it and say you were lying. A lot of men do this especially white men.
- Me: But he's also really nice, so I feel guilty.
- Baba: So?! exploitative people are usually nice! Do you think when the Italians or British people came to Eritrea they came blazing with their guns and army and started killing us. No, they were nice and sweet talked their way to our homes then abused our hospitality and started colonising, destroying and exploiting our environment, animals, homes and our people.
i asked my mum once if she found white men attractive her response was “erre they all look the same”. i still cry tears every time i recall the conversation. love her tbh.
There are really fewer things that sadden me more than black women who lose their children to police brutality and release statements about how their son or daughter had academic or career goals they wanted to complete.
Its almost innate to every comment released by the slain’s family, as if they know they have list qualities (that are wholly irrelevant and arbitrary in that particular context) to prove their child deserved life to garner support. As if empathy for murdered black people comes with a list of prerequisites about how they could’ve contributed to society in a capitalistic sense and not that they’re entitled to live without the perpetual danger of being gunned down for the crime of existing while undesired.
Its such an unfortunately dehumanizing and profoundly violent society we live in that victims become the topic of speculation and if they aren’t able to measure up to arbitrary standards, they don’t matter.
this flawless remix is really giving me serious black girl affirmation. like any conceivable moment of weakness can be solved by playing this song. need a push to write, draw, paint that thing you’ve been avoiding? play the flawless remix. too scared to text that fly person you been eyeing forever? play the flawless remix. wanna annihilate that white boy who keeps tryna touch your hair? play the flawless remix.