A former love manages to ignore every correspondence you initiated. You think, what a fucking asshole! Suddenly you remember how they always avoided difficult things to cope and that somehow you managed to escape that fine detail. A broken heart makes reality hard to accept, but acceptance concludes that you owe yourself big time. The need to care for yourself becomes apparent. -Gracie Berry
#lifewontalwaysbelikethis #Goinward #Godeep #nurtureyourlove.
If the majority of the women accusing Bill Cosby were of color the allegations would still be disturbing, trauma still there, the shame too. Bill Cosby is like one of the few blacks that ever “made it” and has “made it almost perfectly, for so long with no flaws, no deceptions”. He’s earned respect internationally as an icon that is very powerful (the golden child). It’s sad because I feel like people of color, in my own community would rather him remain untarnished, untouchable, or to believe a lie just to hold on to some level of respect that is only theres by association, instead of accepting that he raped 15 women. Or this innocent until proven guilty shit. So basically if he’s found guilty all of those that supported him will simultaneously turn their backs?
Rape happens to babies, children, teenagers, adults, and elders. Imagine telling your 8-year old baby girl that she should never talk about granddaddy raping her because it would ruin the family name? Or questioning why she let grandaddy do that to her in the first place and that she must be “fresh” because it happened? And as she reaches her 40th birthday, father urges her to always stay silent because grandaddy is such a respected man, a god fearing man, family man in his community and her telling on him would kill his pride, and ruin him for life, and the family too while all along she has no pride from dying inside when it happened, scarred human flesh that can’t be intimate without fear. We would rather protect what has made us respected and dignified in the eyes of others instead of facing painful truths. My family was always been good at holding secrets, secrets that were painful and shameful and hurtful. We kept them cause we were raised that it was nobodies business. I’ve dedicated my life to exposing my families secrets. Those secrets won’t hold me hostage anymore. My life is too beautiful not to be free. Stop victim blaming. Bill’s got too many accusations and so little time. -Gracie Berry
The moment her smile gives you goosepimples and how her eyes trail yours sending warmth-surging to tight, moist places. You meet up at your favorite restaurant and she tells you all about her emotions. How you are so brave, and much more compatible than her partner, and she can see clearly now. She tells you that’s she’s unhappy and leaving is only a matter of time. Time. She convinces you with those eyes and that smile that she is finally regaining control and that you are to blame. She lays it on thick saying that she needs you now more than ever. The walls cave in on you and that shot of Jameson burns all the way down because you’ve heard it before-it always ends badly-it always ends the same way. To stay or to leave those are your only choices. In the foyer of your favorite restaurant-you kiss her forehead as dapper as your suit. You bid her peace and many courageous days cause for you, “a matter of time” has run out.
For the love of beauty, Solange Knowles and Alan Ferguson tied the knot today in New Orleans and in such gorgeous attire! In admiration of their love. #blacklovehowsweetitis
Vintage clowning’: A requiem to all of the beautiful black jester spirits that never survived from making jokes. Those suffocated by buffoonery. Those that left this earth having never been intimate with their own amusing sounds. Those that couldn’t keep humor tucked beneath their sleeves to console a bad day. To those imprisoned by racist jokes from folks that clowned themselves at your expense-there is no honor in that. I honor your past this day of the dead. I honor your laughs and those laughs and love you willingly gave to us. The pride in my eyes won’t let me worry. I remember you tonight. ❤ me #holloween2014