embracing my Azania



This kid here is Julian, he’s 2 years old now. He was tragically injured in a car accident at 6 months old, thanks to a drunk driver asshole. He’s been in a wheelchair ever since. The doctors he goes to now say they don’t have enough experience dealing with those injuries on such a young person. Shriner’s in Chicago offered a free evaluation, they just need to get and stay there which unfortunately costs a lot of money anyway. So there’s this fund going and even if you can’t donate yourself please just signal boost this and maybe it reaches people who can.  

(I’m trying not to be mad as fuck but seeing funds for shit like racist cops and potato salad reaching thousands and this fund going so slow is making it really hard not to get absolutely livid and throw stuff around.)

Guys, signal boost the fuck out of this. This kid has a shot at free treatment, and they just need to money to get to the Shriners hospital. 

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I’m not laying blame. I do not blame Black men for what they are. I’m asking them to move beyond. I do not blame Black men; what I’m saying is, we have to take a new look at the ways in which we fight our joint oppression because if we don’t, we’re gonna be blowing each other up. We have to begin to redefine the terms of what woman is, what man is, how we relate to each other.

—Audre Lorde, “Revolutionary Hope: A Conversation Between Jmaes Baldwin and Audre Lorde” (via joshuabrandonbennett)

if I could write her a love song…it would go a little like this….


I think when you create a piece of art, that art exists within its own realm. That realm kind of has its own logic. When I create a poem, in that poem I’m inventing a world. And that world has its own philosophy; it has its own sense of justice, it has its own way of understanding

The Innerview of Lebo Mashile

Spoken Mind 

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