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pinkshampooedcows · 6 months
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A comic about my past experiences as a black woman.
[the blm hashtag is here for a reason.]
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nylon-glowstix · 3 months
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You know you black if you've heard this a few times 💀💀
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sharloola · 8 months
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slow up
mum used to worry you’d be short,
as though our dna was something you could dodge.
as if all that acholi and munyarwanda blood would somehow skip you
the same way you do chores.
she’d stand you next to us and judge, 
your growing bones called to the stand by joint enterprise.
i think she thought your desire to be like us
would somehow will them to grow.
so you’d stand up taller, puff out your 9-year-old chest,
and will them to grow, too.

if i could speak to your bones, i would pray them small.
because two summers ago you fell through a kaleidoscope
and overtook me.
rounded cheeks were replaced by a sharp jaw and sharper words.
the prism warped you into an almost-man who stopped liking hugs,
and switched your after-school routine from watching ben 10
to being stopped and searched on the high street.
but isn’t it funny how similar the omnitrix and handcuffs can be?
both devices born to turn you into something you’re not,
to transform your body into a beast that whole planets could fear.
both put on people like us when they are child, unknowing and fragile.

if your bones had known what they were growing toward,
maybe they would have folded themselves back in time.
pushed the braces out of your mouth to rebirth crooked milk teeth
and cowered from the rim of the basket,
the origami of a body aching for kindness.
but maybe i’m just being melodramatic because
i still remember teaching you how to read and write.
i’d spend my school breaks mapping out letters for you to trace
and secretly pray that you’d only mirror
the parts of me i showed outside of my bedroom,
my fortress of solitude that you stopped believing in
around the time you started hating church.
i’m sorry there’s no charm to what i was always hiding in there,
it’s simply easier to fall apart behind a locked door.

if the bones of you could speak now,
they’d sound a bit like me and i’d love them anyway.
i’d take them to a pillow fort and
do the witchcraft we were warned of.
i’d gut the july where we taught you to ride your bike
and grind it to paste.
add that to the melted wax of your old smile
and the tears you cried when you were still scared of the dark,
and i’m sure that elixir could unravel time.
run it all back like your small feet cycling the wrong way
and leave it in black reams at our feet,
an ode to the vhs tape your toddler self once destroyed.
but the last of the magic in our house left when you scoffed at santa,
so i’ll write this instead.

i’ll hope that only your bones stay playful as
i watch you outgrow me,
so that your name forgets games.
for i fear it will become the lego from mama’s house,
discarded pieces we will have to assemble into a protest chant.
only know that you should never shrink yourself
for this life or these people,
it is the world who should consume itself to make room for you.
or maybe i’ll get there first,
swallow mountains and skyscrapers
to make room for my not-so-baby brother
whom i love,
bones and all.

s.o.
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azsdiary · 1 year
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Taking out my hair to change it rises feelings of fear That with it will go my beauty and some of my worth that I will never get back. It’s okay I know that my worth & identity is in Christ.
Be Kind, God gives you the strength to do so.
Wearing this blue to a wedding. Ft face card.
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pinetreesandtea · 2 years
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Growing up black, one of the things that got me to watch certain shows and movies was the black representation. Knowing that there weren’t a lot of main black characters, or they would most likely die in the film, I’ve always rooted for the black character and hoped they survive throughout the whole thing. Funnily enough, One of the main reasons why I started watching Star Wars was Mace Windu. I remember when I was younger, I played Lego Wars and saw a Black Jedi with a cool purple lightsaber.
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islandofthemisfittoy · 10 months
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This sort of just turned into a ramble/rant, but I'm gonna post it anyway because atleast then I can finally feel like I've told someone, and they actually care so... 🤷
Growing up there was a period where I thought characters in books couldn't be black. Not because I tought there was something wrong with black characters in books, there just were none in the books i read, so I didn't think it was something that happened.
Now, if I'm being perfectly honest, I did, and still do, have a tendancy to forget character descriptions, or make my own image of the characters that just overpower whatever descriotion is given, so some of this might be my own fault. But (almost) everyone around me were white, the overwhelming majority of the characters in the books I red were white, and the ones who weren't described as any specific race were always asumed to be white, so as a kid I assumed that unless it was made abundantly clear that a character was, indeed, not white, they had to be white.
I think this might be why I loved, and still do love, movies and tv shows so much, because there is nodoubt wether or not a character is black. And even tough I didn't have many movies or shows growing up, I loved the ones I did have with a passion.
Kids would talk about who the best princess was based on their stories and love interrests, and I woul have already chosen Tiana, because she looked like me. I would love wactching Jessie and Shake It Up, because there was one character in each of those shows that looked like me. When I discovered Fresh Prince Of Belair it felt like I discovered a whole new world.
I honestly know what the point is, or if there even is any. I don't know if this makes sense, and maybe I said something stupid and now seem like an idiot, but it's just something I've been thinking about for a while, and I don't feel like I can share this with anyone I know because I feel like they'll think I'm stupid, or make fun of me. And they definitely won't understand.
Idk. People say kids don't see race, and I guess that was true for me to, in the sense that I didn't care what race people were. I wouldn't like someone less because of their race. But I would like them more, maybe not real people, but a character that looked like me would always make me want to watch a tv show or see a movie, because not judging someone based on their race and know that I'm different than most people around me aren't the same, and when when someone made me feel a little less different, a little more the same, that ment the world to me... and it still does.
Ok, I have oficially no clue what I'm talking about anymore, and at this point I'm just rambling, so i'm gonna stop now. I just watched Into the Spiederverse and yeah... IDK.
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writemytruth-bhp310 · 10 months
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mansorus · 1 year
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Please correct me if I’m lying 😭😭😭😭
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Black parents be toxic your whole life and refuse to acknowledge that their parenting style is harmful.
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thekeinonpierreshow · 18 days
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When you try to sneak into the kitchen for a late night snack. #keinonpierre #thekeinonpierreshow #comedy #comedian #sketchcomedy
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sincerelystesichorus · 3 months
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i have spent so long trying to place who astarion reminds me of
his dry little sarcastic bits gets me every time and like it's automatically funny but it felt so familiar...
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this bastard.
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and some more similar comparisons i think
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thank you for coming to my ted talk
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nylon-glowstix · 11 months
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Like when did I get involved in this?! Just because I'm bigger than the average teenager don't mean I'm your bodyguard 😭
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thesafecafe · 2 months
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You know, it didn't dawn on me that I've gotten my very first set of red nails, press ons to be exact, very pretty. But like, I'm 22, and this is my first time getting anything so bright red, especially nails, beauty wise...
And you know what's crazy?
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I didn't feel myself age/turn into the dreaded person my family was worried about. No overnight transformations, no aging up 20+ years because a color magically had the power to do so. It was actually quite uneventful. Low-key disappointed fr/j.
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pbcnita · 10 months
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queen-shiba · 1 year
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How many of you understand this?
"Go outside and pick a switch"
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