Your words

And i had hidden my heart ,
in the most darkest of lands.
A land filled with nightmares,
where demons thrive and,
light is taboo.
A land where even my untamed imagination cant reach.
i had locked my heart with an invisible lock,
and blindly threw it at hungry lions,
hoping they will keep it safe.
and i couldnt get my mind to look at the torn pieces,
even my fragile hands cant stretch,
because the pain had been too deep ,too thick.
but your words…………………..
your words heal me.
they melt the chains that strangle my soul,
they touch the places i thought didnt exist,
your words made me reposition my legs,
i didnt know they could close.
your words gave me freedom i thought i had all along ,
when all i did was cage myself.
and so i thank you….
for your words gave me life

very much black

even if i have a light complexion i am still very much black….but how come when they say black is beautiful i am not included…like when they refer big-boned women as “real” like skinny women are aliens ,yet they call  themselves feminists . aint they supposed to represent all women irrespective of shape or size?other thing is that people think if you are light-skinned you are cheap and your legs open easily ….and you are automatically ugly  hanging by your color…..the need to tell me that i got less melanin and that i age fast….does that make you feel better?of course i am angry  in this passage but how else can else express myself without being called a racist or a snob.if people are expecting you to be like me ,consider my feelings instead of looking at me like im something you can play with or the most disgusting thing you ever laid your eyes on!!!!!!!!!

Do you think if you tell me that my colour makes me beautiful,
that would make you feel better?.
like I discoloured my skin,
like I wasn’t created this way.
Do you think if  you tell  me that my light skin,
is my only asset?,
That would make me feel ugly.
like my skin is going to turn black
don’t  look at me like I am an alien just because the media thinks white is superior
l am not the one who wanted to change my identity
And in this case never call me a yellow bone,
for I am tired of ……………………
you are beautiful because of…………….
the sun can burn you because of ……………….
because of your skin colour.
And people be asking stupid question like
why you so yellow? Or what cream do you use?.
I thought beauty has no colour
and we all beautiful, for beauty is skin deep.

50 Fabulous Winter Outfits to Copy Now

StyleCaster

Let’s face it ladies: Sometimes getting dressed is hard. Whether you have a packed-to-capacity closet, or take a more minimalist approach when it comes to fashion, there’s no denying that occasionally we all get what we like to call “dresser’s block” (yes, that’s the equivalent of writer’s block).

Getting stumped when it come to building the perfect outfit often has less to do with not having the right items, and more to do with knowing how to put them together. We all probably own staples like a sleeveless dress and a black turtleneck, but we all mightnot think to pair them up. In fact, it’s a safe bet that we all have stuff sitting in our closets right this second that can be worn in dozens of unexpectedly stylish ways—all we’re missing is a small dose of inspiration.

To help you (and us) out, we combed through tons of…

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Bruce Jenner Is Not A Hero

Illuminating Truth

I generally try to steer clear of controversial issues on here. Most are so deeply embedded in presuppositions that writing about them generally just generates more anger and frustration than meaningful discussion. However, I never want to shy away from speaking something that needs to be said even if I know it is not something people want to hear. So, I want to talk about Bruce Jenner.

Today, Bruce Jenner appeared on the cover of Vanity Fair, dressed as a woman and introducing himself to the world as “Caitlyn Jenner.” You see, he has decided that he is a woman and that by saying it and probably some very extensive surgery, he can make it so. In today’s world, we think gender is something we get to choose, like our career path or our clothes. So, people across the nation have lauded him as a hero. Certainly, this is the…

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I am a zazi woman

Don’t feel sorry for me ,
I don’t need your pity .
yes,I can do it,
I am a woman ,
but not just any woman,
I am a zazi woman.
don’t tell me what to wear,
you probably can’t handle me anyway.
I am not a yes mam,no mam,
walk all over me and i will still show you  Colgate smile .
No, i am opinionated mistaken for loud,
I am liberated mistaken for stubborn,
I am a queen and royalty can’t be doormats,
oh yess I know my strength.
I wear brights when everyone want dulls
I go left when everyone go right.
I out value the black diamonds.
I am a lioness I roar,
I stand tall even with my stunted figure.
I am bold ,too bright for your narrow eyes ,
but mostly I know my status,
i am a zazi woman.

Sex…. and what it does to your SPIRIT

Black Liberation Love of N Unity

Giving People the Full Story
Not everyone who has sex gets pregnant. Not everyone who has unprotected sex gets AIDS or other STDs. Yet enough do that we take great lengths to warn people of the potential dangers. Sadly, little has been said of the danger of how pre-marital sex can negatively affect people for the rest of their lives.

Sex is more than just a physical act. There is also a deep spiritual aspect to sex. But you probably knew that already, didn’t you? Or at least you may have had an inkling of it in your soul.

Whenever two bodies engage in sex, their souls are also united. Why would that be? Well….simply put, The Most High made sex. You and I didn’t create it. If you were only a body and not also a soul, then sex would only be physical. Memo to you: “Your soul is immortal…

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