HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH, EVEN THO THE WHOLE STORY BLACK!
WE GOT TIME THO, LETS TAKE IT BACK!
BACK TO THE TRACKS, OUR ANCESTORS LAID,
& MOST DIDN'T EVEN GET PAID!
OVERCAME REDLINING, FOUGHT DISCRIMINATION, ALL WHILE WE DROVE CULTURAL CREATION.
USING OUR SUPER POWER MELANIN, THERES REALLY NO GROUP BETTER THAN!
GAINED CIVIL RIGHTS, BUT STILL TRYNA MAKE ERTHANG RIGHT!
NOBODY ELSE WAS WILLING TO TAKE ON THE JUSTICE FIGHT, BUT THANK GOODNESS FOR BLACK AFRO AMERICANS PLIGHT!
WE KEEP RIGHTEOUSNESS IN SIGHT, ALWAYS BEIN THE LIGHT, DOIN WHAT WE CAN TO ALWAYS STAY RESILIENT & ALRIGHT!
INVENTED ERTHANG, ALL SEEDS WE CAN CLAIM, ONE DAY WILL COME A GOOD CHANGE & WE WNT HAVE TO FEEL DISCRIMINATORY PAIN!
ROOTED IN UNITY, LETS WORK TOWARDS A NEW LOVE DEGREE!
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Black History is Civilization, Black History is Food, Black History is Music, Black History is Fashion, Black History is Art, Black History is Entertainment, Black History is Comedy, Black History is Sports, Black History is Arithmetic, Black History is Language, Black History is Science, Black History is Metaphysics, Black History is Games, Black History is Electronics, Black History is Architecture, Black History is Holistic, Black History is Healthcare, Black History is Transportation, Black History is Travel, Black History is Frequency, Black History is Vibrations, Black History is Knowledge, Black History is Ancestral Wisdom, Black History is First!
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Black History is Peace, Black History is Resilience, Black History is Multifaceted, Black History is Diverse, Black History is Brilliance, Black History is Excellence, Black History is Indomitable, Black History is Headway, Black History is Steadfast, Black History is Hardworking, Black History is Strong, Black History is Abundant, Black History is Umpteen Accomplishments, Black History is Moral!
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Black History is Rich, Black History is Gold, Black History Filled is with Perks & Perils, Black History is Filled with Light, Black History is Endless Inventions & Innovations, Black History is Sacred & Underrated!
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Black History is the Nile, Black History is the Sun Child, Black History is Africa, Black History is Timeless, Black History is our Ancestors Paths to Civilization & Liberation! Black History is Never Giving Up, Black History is Slavery with No Reparations Still, Black History is Free Country Creation, Black History is withstanding Segregation, Black History is Overcoming Jim Crow Laws & Black Codes, Black History is Ku Klux Klan Survival, Black History is Police Brutality/Slave Patrol Survivors, Black History is Avoiding the Prison to Pipeline Set up for Black & Brown Folk, Black History is Fighting History Erasure, Black History is Constantly reminding the uncivilized that we created civilizations! Black History Triumps Adveristy Yearly!
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Black History is Love, Black History is Original, Black History is Ancient, Black History is Culture, Black His-tory. is. the. Story!
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Foot Bindings
I asked my grandmother how she knew she'd fallen in love. I am not sure I ever did love him, she said. This was before I met my husband. I was naive, a naked spring, a raw nerve of a thing. That cannot ever be me, I knew. Sadness swept in gently like a Moscow thaw. It is no simple thing, looking into a woman's vast soul and seeing its foot bindings. Now, in Italy divorced with my skin singed off, when I say I don't love him mean: I have succeeded at feeling nothing most days and it mostly works. Do you want the comfort of Nothing? Do you want Nothing, too? Be warned: you'll never be free, even when you are nothing. Here is what doesn't work: Accepting the stages of grief. Talking about it. Sitting with the feeling. Missing him—no, the person you were when you believed in death do us part. Writing poetry. That, too. When I say I don't love him I mean: I feel capsized in an endless, starved tide. What sometimes works: selective memory. You must forget ripe tomatoes and his beard and feeling perfectly sheltered in a big blue world. Forget coffee in bed, laughter watching TV, blowing out the candles on the birthday cake and the quiet all-encompassing knowledge that you are chosen. Remember only how love turned to a banal everyday survival act, a trapeze act unsure whether he will catch you, how the warmth stagnated and became sour, remember the foot bindings and remember the resentment boiling in your veins as you stick it out for the kids. Six-hour Netflix binges help, too. A man's fingers tracing your spine. Frozen pizza at 2 a.m. Random trips to the museum just to stand near things that last a while. The realization that crying won’t change anything. Seeing that life is just a dream, and refusing to participate in your own suffering. Bite your fist. Walk on eggshells around joy. When I say I don't love him, I mean he didn’t break my heart, he just stopped touching it and it forgot how to beat right.
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