Kanye West (feat. Frank Ocean) - New Slaves
crying cause its so good.
This song is gonna be on the radio
This indictment of the prison-industrial complex and the new Jim Crow and modern racism
Is gonna be on the radio
And white kids are gonna be singing along without knowing what the fuck it means
And that is somehow tragic and beautiful at the same time
I’ve learned the proper way to mop
is in loops, like lacing shoes
or tracing infinity signs in water.
What’s more, I’ve learned it’s never
the Carhartt men in their
dirty steel-toes who apologize
for treading on floor you’ve just mopped.
I’ve never heard a woman say sorry, neither.
It’s always some guy in polished shoes
and a business suit who says something
regretful to you
about messing up your pretty floor.
I tell these men, the apologetic,
that someone’s got to be the first,
which is accurate
The truth is you do, and they
undo, and you undo their
undoing, all the do-long
day—I used to call this process
Sisyphean, which was a dramatic
The purpose of mopping is clear to me now:
to create clean floor,
and the purpose of a clean floor is
really the same as a dirty one:
to be walked upon.
That’s obvious, but here’s what the suits miss:
to walk upon my floor, then,
fulfills my purpose.
I think the women already know this,
and so do the men in Carhartt jackets.
“ I don’t like this expression “First World problems.” It is false and it is condescending. Yes, Nigerians struggle with floods or infant mortality. But these same Nigerians also deal with mundane and seemingly luxurious hassles. Connectivity issues on your BlackBerry, cost of car repair, how to sync your iPad, what brand of noodles to buy: Third World problems. All the silly stuff of life doesn’t disappear just because you’re black and live in a poorer country. People in the richer nations need a more robust sense of the lives being lived in the darker nations. Here’s a First World problem: the inability to see that others are as fully complex and as keen on technology and pleasure as you are.
“ A haze of gold, the Occident lights up
The window. Now, the assiduous manuscript
Is waiting, weighed down with the infinite.
Someone is building God in a dark cup.
A man engenders God. He is a Jew.
With saddened eyes and lemon-colored skin;
Time carries him the way a leaf, dropped in
A river, is borne off by waters to
Its end. No matter. The magician moved
Carves out his God with fine geometry;
From his disease, from nothing, he’s begun
To construct God, using the word. No one
Is granted such prodigious love as he:
The love that has no hope of being loved.
the color of low self esteem
what i never
from my mother
just because someone desires you
not mean they value you.
desire is the kind of thing that
leaves you starving.
i could masturbate to this article that’s how much it pleases me
everything about this screams fedora
oh my god this is fucking incredible oh my god
and when you go to a restaurant and eat something cooked by man, that’s where another man put something inside your body that I didn’t. And when the male dentist looks inside your mouth, that’s where another man invaded your mouth. And when the male cashier sells you those clothes, every time you wear them you will think of him, not me.
real talk. will boyfriends accept me if i use a female tattoo artist? or will that just intimidate them even more bc maybe a woman marked me/women give better head?
also, why does ichthyosis offend mates/boyfriends/etc? do genetic skin disorders remind them that we have DNA and that some of our DNA comes from sperm and stuff? is it ok to have a biological father, or is that just like trashy/cheating/makes boyfriends jealous?
pretty much my favourite commercial ever ft. strong ladies taking nobody’s bullshit (x)
WHY DOESN’T THIS HAVE MORE NOTES
Breaking the patriarchy imposed mould - brilliant !!
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? FUCK OFF NIKE
Nike - exploiting women, commodifying feminism
“ Your daughter is ugly.
She knows loss intimately,
carries whole cities in her belly.
As a child, relatives wouldn’t hold her.
She was splintered wood and sea water.
They said she reminded them of the war.
On her fifteenth birthday you taught her
how to tie her hair like rope
and smoke it over burning frankincense.
You made her gargle rosewater
and while she coughed, said
macaanto girls like you shouldn’t smell
of lonely or empty.
You are her mother.
Why did you not warn her,
hold her like a rotting boat
and tell her that men will not love her
if she is covered in continents,
if her teeth are small colonies,
if her stomach is an island
if her thighs are borders?
What man wants to lay down
and watch the world burn
in his bedroom?
Your daughter’s face is a small riot,
her hands are a civil war,
a refugee camp behind each ear,
a body littered with ugly things
doesn’t she wear
the world well.
Warsan Shire, ‘Ugly’ (via saoil)
- CNN Reporter: "You were quite rude to the President"
- Medea Benjamin: "I think killing innocent people with drones is rude."
Later that night
I held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
where does it hurt?
Warsan Shire (via loveyourchaos)
Now that they put
an Arby’s on the moon,
every place feels like home.
Q.U.E.E.N.—Janelle Monáe feat. Erykah Badu
Emeli Sandé & The Bryan Ferry Orchestra - Crazy In Love