This definition of her: to go from her father to her husband, to be pretty, docile – a man made tragedy. Her soul was made of larger, more powerful things, things that create or desecrate armies and galaxies. This is why when she loves she changes kingdoms, and when she hates she destroys legacies. Nikita Gill, Jasmine, A Princess That Belonged To Herself First
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When your daughter asks you if she’s pretty, looking like the universe is weighing down her little bones with insecurity, resist the urge to say “Of course, darling, Of course you are.”
Tell her instead: “Everyday, I bless the stars that fell apart to allow your body’s embers to glow to life.”
Tell her instead: “In the 7 billion that exist on this planet you are the only one of your kind.”
Tell her instead: “You are so much more than pretty. The stars that gave you to me made you to be like the sun. You are their best ever masterpiece. You aren’t pretty. You are inspiring.”
“i will tell you, my daughter
of your worth
not your beauty
everyday. (your beauty is a given. every being is born beautiful)
knowing your worth
can save your life.
raising you on beauty alone,
you will be starved.
you will be raw.
you will be weak.
an easy stomach.
always in need of someone telling you how beautiful you are.”
Emotional Nutrition – Nayyirah Waheed
I recently read this (poetry) book and it was amazing. A workmate recommended it and initially I thought poetry *insert puke face*. ASIDE: Am I the only 8-4-4 product that does not appreciate poetry for leisure? Anyway, its ~165 pages and since most of the poems are a couple of lines, I finished it in one fell swoop. I LOVED IT, did I already say that?? Below are some of the amazing poems I loved.
There is danger in letting people misname you. If you are a fire, do not answer when they call you a spark.
Tell the story. Give it a name and skin of its own.
Please go out and get the book. It’s a lovely read.
So I just looked at my site stats to look at words that land people here. Here are some of the more out of the ordinary ones. Enjoy!
- something that will make me smile – well if I make one smile then it’s a good day!
- +255 kajembe contact @gmail.com & firstname.lastname@example.org – I wonder why?
- natafuta lesbian (Kiswahili for: I am looking for a lesbian) – I wonder in connection to what!
- simphiwe dana’s hairstyles – and not her music? apologies!
- www.southafricateenagesex.com – too scared to click on this link!
- a descriptive essay about the skhothane – so much and from more prolific writers has been written elsewhere about this culture.
- Kenyan politicians like: Dalmas Otieno , Mohamed Abdi Kuti, Wakoli Bifwoli , Harun Mwau and Joel Onyancha
- painting african women colourful – mhhhh..
- Specifically weird combinations like:
- richard momoima onyonka + close associates
- bishop margaret wanjiru house interior
- thank you god for my birthday image
- oprah’s natural hair young
- where to buy cheesecake in pretoria (hope you got to eat some after the search ()
- young woman with old lady wig on
And the most common search term has to do with the poem Whititude by AS Bukenya that I shall insert below.
Whititude – A.S. Bukenya
I envied his being Negro:
For there he was with his hardened face
That told of night and her mystery,
Of age and varied experience,
In shame, in fear, in joy, his hue the same,
Unlike my baby skin that told of all I felt.
And while I pitied him for being black,
I feared he had a depth unknown to me,
Which his darkness hid.
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