“A diamond is just a piece of charcoal that handled stress exceptionally well.” – Anonymous (via myquotelibrary)
God is in the midst of her, and she will not be moved.- Psalms 46:5
Just because someone desires you, does not mean that they value you.
The American idea of racial progress is measured by how fast I become white.- James Baldwin
Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.- Frida Kahlo (via delicateswans)
Wherever he goes, the Negro remains a Negro.- Frantz Fanon. | Black Skin White Masks. (via theblacksophisticate)
How far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps?- Warsan Shire (via yasodhara)
The survival of African people away from their ancestral home is one of the great acts of human endurance in the history of the world.- John Henrik Clarke (via ciciross)
“I asked a young White woman why she was studying social anthropology. She replied that she was hoping to go to Zimbabwe, and felt that she could help women there by advising them how to organize. The Black women in the audience gasped in astonishment. Here was someone scarcely past girlhood, who had just started university and had never fought a war in her life. She was planning to go to Africa to teach female veterans of a liberation struggle how to organize! This is the kind of arrogant, if not absurd attitude we encounter repeatedly. It makes one think: Better the distant armchair anthropologists than these ‘sisters.”- Ifi Amadiume
You’ll have to be careful,
My otherness will spoil you,
all else will taste
And still, after all this time, the Sun has never said to the Earth,
“You owe me.”
Look what happens with love like that.
It lights up the sky.
Its okay to rest your feet
But lay in gardens
warmed by sun
Not in spreading deserts
near convenient wells.
-Audre Lorde to scholar Joy James
Poverty is not an accident. Like slavery and apartheid, it is man-made and can be removed by the actions of human beings.- Nelson Mandela (via ramahorn)
There are surprises and there are surprises and then there is this.- Yunior, “This is How You Lose Her
I’m a fifty-three-year-old writer who can remember being a ten-year-old writer and who expects someday to be an eighty-year-old writer. I’m also comfortably asocial—a hermit in the middle of Seattle—a pessimist if I’m not careful, a feminist, a black, a former Baptist, an oil-and-water combination of ambition, laziness, insecurity, certainty, and drive.- Octavia E. Butler (via ymoja)