Philly/NY/Jersey folks!!!! Come out! Be apart of this! Dates: Friday June 27th at 8pm / Saturday June 28th at 5pm. Location- Mascher Space Co-op, 155 Cecil B. Moore Ave. Philadelphia, PA 19122. $20, but no one will be turned away due to lack of funds. This is my first creative art performance in the city I was born and raised. Bitter sweet-yet I’ve arrived. Baby steps in addressing my deeply painful past. -Gracie
Today I was driving behind this slow ass man in Volkswagen Bus-swirvin’ all over the road! Come to find out with slight separation of the rear curtains that he was getting the meanest fellatio from his young passenger, lol! Seriously, sis was bobbin for apples on that old man! No wonder he was slow and swirvin’, damn! #Headinmotion #grownfolkbizness #roadtrip lol! -Gracie
I’m on a quest to find these ladies! I love that they existed in this capacity of blackness and music. Anyone with any information about them please comment below. Thanks!
As of June 2012-“We’ve got an announcement to make. As of yesterday, Queens of Sheba have disbanded. This is not due to any sort of dispute between us. We’ve had a disagreement with our manager, and as a result the only option for us is to regroup and reform under a different name. Do still watch this page for updates, as we will be continuing with our music and will send you all details of where you can find us.”
I refuse to watch this treacherous shit! Her belly is pleading for comfort and safety given the state of her country, and these muhfukas belly’s over stuffed with steak and cheese, high off of capitalism. Sick with this! -Gracie
An elder said to me after a show I had performed in, “You embody generations. Spirits of grandmothers, aunts, cousins, even the essence of an old uncle or grandfather. You have many within you that come forth-Ms. Big spirit.” And up until now, never have I been gifted with such a tangible description of myself. A keepsake that I can hold onto. In solidarity elder. I love the way we barter for joy. ❤ Gracie
Yo! Check my locs-my new growth stands for everything radical! I told her she was beautiful. She ignored me. I told her I wasn’t afraid of her frown and walked away. I remembered how sad the unmet needs looked on her face, so I refused to hold onto her lack of response. I let it go. I saw her last night-two months later. She said, “I remember you sis, thanks for bein’ nice. I know I was mean, but girl my baby dad had got locked up, and I’m tryna’ go natural under this weave lol!” I told her much it meant to me to share the planet with her. It was cool. Don’t fret over a frown. -Gracie