Mind of a poet
Muse

The things I think about
At night
When its just me and my thoughts
I think about gardens
Metaphorically
Smelling the potent flowers of your aroma
Drinking from the streams that flow through your everglades
Tasting the sweet juices that spill out of your…
Fruit.
That moment of bliss
Euphoria
Where my thoughts seem to reside.
My mind has confused fantasy with reality
She is my muse.
As I slowly drift into inception
The visions of your nature
Engulfing mine
Are slowly intertwining itself
Into mere contemplations.
I begin to drown
Drown in the desires of my sensual temptations
To lead me to pleasure.
She is my muse.

(Source: soulconscious)


silentbutgolden:

All the commentary wasn’t important. Shes pretty.
That is all.

silentbutgolden:

All the commentary wasn’t important. Shes pretty.

That is all.

(Source: black--lamb)

yagazieemezi:

Nadine Ijewere is a photographer out of London with an amazing talent for portraiture and fashion photography. She creates  beautiful environments for her work using from floral and cultural influences. I love it all.

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Dedicated to the Cultural Preservation of the African Aesthetic



A Man’s Journey

From the time I was young
I exasperated myself
Into striving for others approval
I begged my oppressors
To include me into their circles
Of their rapacious personalities.
I tried to claw my way into their minds of acceptance
Only to leave me
Insecure
Broken
And unaccepted.
I struggled through the hell
Of ringing their bells
Of attention.
But,
As the years went on
I let go of this destructive persistence
To receive their approval
I slowly
Fed my mind
My heart
My soul
With the knowledge of knowing
I was a somebody
With or without them.
So began the journey,
Where I…
I…
I started to crack the seal
Of a marvelous
Prodigious
Spirit.
My mind began to raze the walls it had built upon itself.
Behold,
Magnificence.
The more obstacles I faced
The more of a man I started to become.
It was so beautiful,
Beautiful
It was to let my confidence
Seap from my pores
To the epidermis.
To see my art flow through my mind
Like a river,
An everlasting current of tranquility
Respect
Honor
Dignity.
Contemplating my journey
Through overcoming my demons
I realized
I was no longer a boy
But,
A Man.

(Source: soulconscious)


Being Black

saranghaeloveamor:

hwilhweaton:

saranghaeloveamor:

hwilhweaton:

saranghaeloveamor:

Dress twice as better.

Speak twice as well.

Have twice as much intellect.

So we can still get half of what we deserve…

Gimmie gimmie gimmie gimmie

What exactly does “gimmie” refer to?

>deserve
as if you are entitled or want reparation

>equality

Reparation is unnecessary when the infliction is mostly mental. Black people do most of the world’s work, that’s a fact. So why is it a problem to rightfully obtain what’s ours?

If I’m not with somebody who really excites or inspires me, then I’d rather be by myself.
- Unknown (via nyu-tah)

ethnic-perfection:

EP❤️

ethnic-perfection:

EP❤️

(Source: cryschanelle)

kinglewie:

santini-houdini:

pul-chra:

A “controversial” poem by Kai Davis that most educated people of color can relate to.

this gave me nonstop chills

 “…& if anybody ever expects me to do anything except be myself; they got me FUCKED UP!!”


Falling in love with an artist is different. We’re deep and passionate. Once you’ve loved one, you always will. It will change your life.

(Source: soulconscious)


Art is expressive. It allows artists souls to be exposed. It creates a window through their hearts making their emotions raw. Thats why artists are deep because we’re in touch with our souls and are okay with expressing our feelings.

(Source: soulconscious)


If you’re single: enjoy yourself, eat good food, travel to neat places, laugh, do whatever makes you happy. Focus on yourself and everything will fall into place.