thinking out loud #14
I’m alone and I want to be with someone who wants to be alone with me.
I don’t think I want that much, just to be held, to be kissed, to be looked at like the most everything…just every once in a while. Someone to talk all night to and sleep all day with, someone to laugh with, someone I can be a complete goof with, someone who I can be honest with…
Maybe I’m alone and just a little lonely…
Frank Wilderson, Red, Black, and White: Cinema and the Structure of US Antagonisms (via so-treu)
makes me think deeply about what the using ‘black’ as an identity means.
I think its rather telling that we’re given “the opposite of white” as a racial identity
well lets not get hasty, the egyptians and many other groups of our ancestors reffered to themselves as black…Africa was originally called the land of the blacks (Akebuland) egypt was called kemet(kmt, kemit etc) which translated to black nation.
maybe they choose to be the opposite of black as their racial identity due to their subconscious fear of annihilation and inadequacy.
Sometimes when I’m alone
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confiding,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.
— tupac shakur, i cry. (via black-poetry)
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
and no one cares about why.
Tears we all have cried