She’s so bold
Lurking for answers of a story untold
How can someone feel so cold?
The one that made plans for them to grow old…
& instead now she’s alone…
No wonder some women are unconsciously passive aggressive when expressing anger, sadness, or frustration. For years, they have been subjected to so much gaslighting that they can no longer express themselves in a way that feels authentic to them.
They say, “I’m sorry” before giving their opinion. In an email or text message, they place a smiley face next to a serious question or concern, thereby reducing the impact of having to express their true feelings.
You know how it looks: “You’re late :D ”
These are the same women who stay in relationships they don’t belong in, who don’t follow their dreams, who withdraw from the kind of life they want to live.” —
I hate when people claim that women are crazy or complicated or don’t know what they want because fuck you. When a woman is vocal about her opinions, desires, feelings, you call her a bitch or crazy or hysterical. Women have been taught that the only way to communicate while maintaining their physical and emotional safety is to be indirect.
this is an always reblog
I lost myself a long time ago…
I’m attempting for the first time (alone) to twist my locs…. at first I thought I was doing them right & now I feel like I’m in way over my head! Only 20 out of 95 is done. Smh!
Those who have put history into books have emphasized differences between Africans and Native Americans. For example, they have stressed that Europeans encountered Indians as distinct individuals and members of proud nations, and Africans as nameless slaves. Little mention is made of the enslavement of Native Americans and nothing is said about the cultural similarities between the two dark peoples. In 1984, scholar Theda Perdue said: “By emphasizing the actual, exaggerated and imagined differences between Africans and Indians, whites successfully masked the cultural similarities of the two races as well as their mutual exploitation by whites.” —
William Loren Katz, Black Indian: A Hidden Heritage (via adailyriot
it came time to let you go
and i realised that my fingers hurt from holding
nails chipped under pretty polish.
throat raw from screaming for you
it came time to let you go…
deep breath taken
mind made up
only to realise i held nothing
I’m really impressed when people know a lot about anything. Even if it is something I’m not generally interested in. When someone is passionate about their knowledge of something, it gets me excited. (not in a sexual way)
what once was private now belongs to the world and there is no where left for my creativity to hide. its more than the words in a closed notebook or the view behind a lens. my thoughts are lost somewhere in between my ears and and the journey to get them out is through my expression. if only i was brave enough to take the first step…