The Black Lives Matter movement
Representation matters
Colin Kaepernick wasn’t protesting the anthem
The validity of different sexual orientations
Non-black people can’t say the N-word
Feminism isn’t about hating men
Pro-black/ celebrating your heritage isn’t anti-white
Blackface isn’t okay
Minimum wage should be raised
Who’s considered a millennial
Feel free to add on
black men are not a fetish
black women are not a fetish
black people are not a fetish
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Love to share
Health to spare
And friends who care
Quincy Jones
I found my bathroom to be particularly interesting.
Why don’t we take photos with curiosity anymore.
Well
Why don’t I take curious photos anymore
?
I had a dream about, a lot of things.
but mainly that I gave birth to a baby I wasn't prepared for at all. I didn't know I was even pregnant. I was so unprepared I knew I needed to search for some diapers. I kept asking for help but no-one would help me. I asked a nurse and she said “usually people come with that stuff” and I was like... “ I didn’t know I was pregnant”
so I put my baby down to search for diapers. I ran into a house, and there was a lot of things happening that aren't relevant to this part of the story.
but I fell asleep and when I woke up and remembered I was a mom and needed to go find my baby !
so I ran and found her. and she was starving. She was excited to see me and I was like, okay I need to change your diaper. Then I stopped and said... wait. your hungry. I need to feed you. So I paused because not only did I not find diapers but I didn’t get any food. But then I realized , this is a baby. I am a mom. I can breast feed. So I picked her up and fed her and she ate and was satisfied. Then we laid back to rest finally.
I talked to my mom about this.
She said babies are a symbol of new life.
Maybe the play I've been working on. I gave birth to something new and unexpected. And then I neglected it. But when I finally gave it my attention, it was happily waiting for me.
I chimed in with, it’s not even like wasn't tryna take care of the baby I was looking for ways to take care of her. But when I found her, what I was looking for wasn't even what she needed. She needed me, and what I already had.
milk
something from me. and my being.
Wild dream.
Interesting idea.
but I gotta listen to it.
I gotta feed it myself.
I am enough
I can take care of my own creations
I just need to give it me.
and it will be satisfied.
Imaan Hammam by Giampaolo Sgura for The Sunday Times Style - Dec 2018
It malfunctioned