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New acquisition for The Free Black Women’s Library 🖤 ⭐️ a book I’ve been wanting to read for a long minute, THE GAMES THAT BLACK GIRLS PLAY - Learning the ropes from Double Dutch to Hip Hop by Kyra Gaunt. As someone who is deeply invested in Black girl culture and Black girl creativity, I’ve been very curious about this book by brilliant writer, professor and ethnomusicologist Kyra Gaunt since I first heard of it years ago. When we think of Black popular music, our first thought is probably not of double Dutch; girls bouncing between two twirling ropes, keeping time to the tick tat under their toes. But this book argues that the games Black girls play – hand clapping songs, cheers, and double Dutch jump rope both reflect and iinspire the principles of Black popular music making. This book illustrates how our musical styles are incorporated into the earliest games girls learn and how in a fact these games contain the DNA of Black music. In this celebration of playground poetry and childhood choreography, through interviews, recordings, personal memories and anecdotes Kyra uncovers the rich contributions of girls play to Black popular culture.

I’m starting to find myself thinking about what I’m suppose to do versus what I want to do.

If the spirit says move then I move

And sometimes I stop and think ... wait

Why did I do that let me go back

But now I’m coming to a point where I don’t question it

I just go

I may think upon what just happened

But no longer am I trying to make myself comfortable

Change is uncomfortable

Change is different

But if you wanted to be comfortable you didn’t want to change

If you wanted to different then you don’t want to be comfortable

Comfort will come in the end

As your reward for the success for all your hard work

But the end is not now

The end is near

So we gotta get all the work in that was assigned before dad comes home

I was suppose to take the chicken out the freezer 2 hours ago and now he’s down the street

Don’t wait.

Do what’s asked when it’s asked

Your only wasting time

Be obedient

And see the fruits you bare

Why is it that most of what I’ve “learned” about black people, involved their death and demise.

Where’s the classes talking about the Victories and Celebration of Blackness?

The success and discoveries of black people

The strength and perseverance of black people

I know it’s out there

Why haven’t I found it?

Why isn’t it offered in my area?

Why do I have to be the change I wanna see

Why must I bear the weight or seeking my identity

Why do I need to search and dig through the articles and history books to find facts

Why

Then I just have to sit in a pool of sentences and swim

Drown

Tread

Live in pools of sentences

And stand up and see what’s stuck

What I can take with me

And what I can let wash over me

But I had to find the pool

I had to decide if it was okay to dive in

Idk who created this pool

Idk who’s sentenced these are

But they’re what I have

They’re all I can look to.

Till I create my own pools

With my own waves

*Watching Netflix peacefully*

*Remembers 6 exams, 2 assignments and a presentation*

*Watches Netflix stressfully*

It's my 5 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Wow! Happy Birthday nova

You shined so bright.

And fizzled

When I met the truest form of myself

Love you

Sunflower B Rose

5/26/18

We use each other to move each other

We push and pull

Till we’re both fulfilled

I speak you listen

You guide I follow

You challenge me to be it all

You challenge me to be my best self

I inspire you I think

I challenge you to see a different point of view

I challenge you to be great

You love me

Purely

You love me in a way I’ve never seen before

You loved me as God Loves us all

You loved me unconditionally.

You never forget about me. I always said I was a Christian, but I saw God when I met you.

You were always there when I needed.

You didn’t know I needed you but you knew to call.

I didn’t always know I needed you but I was always glad when you called.

You are always patient with me

You give me the space to be

You make me want to

Your spirit gives me permission to open up

Your being gave me the encouragement to want to be free.

I always wanted to meet someone

I could grow with

And here I am

catching myself bloom

I always said I was a Christian

But I never met God until I met you

One day you said I love you

and it felt like the most comforting words. I felt accepted.

It felt so Pure

You said you loved me and I believed you

you said it again and again

And I couldn’t breathe

you thanked God for making me

and I thanked God for making you.

One day you said you didn’t love me

Because of how I looked or what I could do. You didn’t love me because I made you feel a certain way

You said you loved me because you loved God

You said you loved me simply because you do.

Your spirit saw mine and they grew and glowed.

They loved each other

We brightened each other’s lights

I saw God in you and it brought to life the God in me.

I’ve heard that words 1,000 times

That God is Love

But I never knew those word till the Day you said them

I had never met God until I met you

I sat through a class today where the teacher said,

Discrimination happens. I’m not gonna sit and pretend it doesn’t. But also sometimes you have to decide personally when to speak up and when to ignore it because your here to do your job and you can sit and take the nonsense .

I disagree.

If there’s nonsense then it needs to be stopped.

If there’s discrimination of any kind to any degree, it needs to be acknowledged, addressed, and put to rest.

If you have to walk away from 100 jobs because they’d rather have someone who will sit and take it instead of your courageous and worthy work, then you have to walk away.

In walking away you turn tides.

No walking away you leave your imprint.

Who cares if you can take a punch and keep walking

You don’t have to.

You don’t have to let the next person take it.

If you walk away do it with an impact.

Make it known why you walked away.

Let other people know why you walked away.

If they didn’t correct themselves and try it again, that’s up to the next ones to work out.

But love yourself

God will provide

His will is for you to have the best.

You don’t need to push through if you don’t have to.

You’re a human

And if someone can’t see that, or won’t act like it

They don’t deserve you, your time, your energy, or your work.

Point blank period.

She was sweet chocolate ruling the cosmic heavens…

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Sometimes I stare into the mirror trying to see if I can see my soul . Sometime I see something scary. Sometimes I see me . Sometimes I just notice my eyes, and the shadows of the eyelashes.i notice my nose and all the pores that are open and the ones that are clogged. I notice a lot about me , but I don’t always see me. Sometimes I don’t trust mirrors.sometimes I think they’re lying to me. Sometimes I want them to tell me the truth. I want them to show me me. But it’s hard to see what I see and accept what I see. Because what am I really looking at? I was looking for me but did I see me ? Or did I see my eyes. Or did I see my soul? What am I ? Who am ? What do I see? What does everyone else see?