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You Are Somebody
Someone gave birth to you. Pushed you out into the world like they knew you were somebody. Wrapped you in all the passion that led them here and anointed your body with a name fit for royalty. Do you know your name? Have you sought its meaning? Do you know your own somebodiness? And even… Continue reading
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Thank You
I’ve been away a while so I just wanna say I appreciate those of you who continue to support this blog. Even if you haven’t been around or liked/commented / shared in a while I still appreciate you. I don’t trip about that. I know how busy things can get and in that process, how… Continue reading
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Throwback Thursday jams – Angie Stone, Holding Back The Years
This love and basketball soundtrack tho…gotta keep holding on ya’ll! Continue reading
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Talking Movies: The Hate You Give
Originally posted on jhohadli: I mostly talk books and writing on this site, but if you’ve followed the site, you know that I’m just a lover of the arts, period, and have opinions on things (not just art). I’ve talked movies here before – Rozanne Roxanne and Annihilation, Room and other movies, Suffragette, Queen of… Continue reading
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Because it Fits You
Everything you have is yours. It is yours because it is in perfect sync with your life. You have a big family because it’s fitting for you. You have a small family because it’s fitting for you. You have gifts and talents because it is fitting for you. You have a good career or job… Continue reading
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Black History Fun Fact Friday – The Short Violent Life of Robert “Yummy” Sandifer: So Young to Kill, So Young to Die.
On Wednesday, August 31, 1994, Yummy “Robert” Sadifier was shot in the back of the head with a .25 caliber pistol at a viaduct at 108th & Dauphin Avenue in Roseland, Chicago, IL. At 12:30 am police found him lying on dirt and bits of broken glass according to newspaper reports. They pronounced him dead at… Continue reading
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Grief
it came in waves today grief did the sound of Yolanda Adams opening her heart did it I was wrong to listen her voice was a gun her lyrics, a trigger me, the victim she was thunder my tears rain Yolanda knows I can’t listen to that song it hoola hooped on the radio… Continue reading
