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alysiasache:

A song written by me. Composed by the gorgeously gifted Tina Colon Williams… a little worship for everybody. Called ‘Intimate Physician’. 

Lyrics:

Make me a throneroom

Empty of idols.

Make me Your home.

Gone are secret sins.

As I enter Your midst

Longing to be filled.

Hollow out my heart

Then hallow it.

Our King’s coming soon!

Intimate Physician.

Healed all of my wounds.

Destined for heaven.

Our King’s coming soon!

Intimate Physician.

Healed of all my wounds.

Destined for heaven.

Make my heart like the Empty Tomb,

Proclaiming this one lesson:

I am witness to His death

And proof of resurrection. 

alysiasache:

L’amour Encore.  A beautiful song written by Tina Colon Williams inspired by my poem ‘Paris in the Rain’. 

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thepositivedistraction:

Dr. Maya Angelou: The Power of Words

THE POWER OF WORDS, MAYA ANGELOU

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thestriversrow:

For all of the Love Jones fans out there. One of my favorite movies, of all time. And this scene..whew! Enjoy!

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staceymuhammad:

For Colored Boys, the EVIDENCE of things NOT Seen

The EVIDENCE of Things NOT Seen

This groundbreaking web series and feature length documentary film explore the criminalization, demonization and targeting of black men in America. 

Told through real life stories, the docu-drama web series, highlights the lives of black men from all walks of life, following the experiences of four male characters.

The film, looks at the ways in which the lives of black men have been affected in eight areas, (the effects of racism, integration, trauma, (post traumatic slavery syndrome), homicide, suicide and depression, as well as the Assassination of the Black Male Image through Media and the unprecedented number of black men targeted by the Prison Industrial Complex.

Written & Directed by: Stacey Muhammad

www.staceymuhammad.com

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Next door a man is praying for the swelling of his fears to go down

Hides in the belly of his basement

This world has taught him to eat with both hands

Crave more than he can swallow

Till nothing is sweeter than the blood on his hands

He feels like an unwelcomed visitor in his own home

Only to step out where they welcome his sweat

He questions the softness in their hands

Where did they learn to pull skin so tight and do nothing of its bruises

-Jnelle

Wangari Muta Maathai

beautiful-afrique:

Wangari Muta Maathai was a Kenyan environmental and political activist. In the 1970s, Maathai founded the Green Belt Movement, an environmental non-governmental organization focused on the planting of trees, environmental conservation and women’s rights. In 2004, she became the first African woman to receive the Nobel Peace Prize for “her contribution to sustainable development, democracy and peace.”

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“I will be a hummingbird” - Wangari Maathai

RIP (1 April 1940 – 25 September 2011)

You kiss him

He tastes like last night’s sin

Smells of old lovers

He tells you he loves you in a way that makes your stomach swell

But instead of feeling full of him

You feel the weight of death

You search his eyes, but those are not the eyes of the man you love

You beg for them just the same

Beg for them to hold you naked

You know he does not love you anymore

But you beg

Prefer it over his absence

Too absent in yourself to know that there is no difference

So you cling to the hunger of yesterdays

Cradle the night until his return

But I must ask what will you do when there is no return

When the night breaks and dawn arrives empty handed

Will you then try to look for your own face in the sun

Instead of shadows

Instead of black smoke

Will you then look for love behind your skin

In the back of your ribs

Will you then wear your smile like it was your favorite piece of clothing

Not like a secret

Not like a sagging memory

Ill tell you this, you must do all of this now

Before there is a chance for a return

Return of same lovers

For they will come so long as you are there to greet them

-Jnelle