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.
L’amour Encore. A beautiful song written by Tina Colon Williams inspired by my poem ‘Paris in the Rain’.
Dr. Maya Angelou: The Power of Words
THE POWER OF WORDS, MAYA ANGELOU
(Source: fuckyeahfamousblackgirls, via black-culture)
For all of the Love Jones fans out there. One of my favorite movies, of all time. And this scene..whew! Enjoy!
(via honestwanderlustheart)
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
(via afrosoul)
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
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.”
“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
