So where all the white folks who talk about how rap dont talk about the issues?
Yall betta reblog the fuck outta this
important zine I picked up the other day
What felt to be permanent
Washed over me.
Cut people off like
I will trust in God alone,
If anything left over,
I will trust that the sun
Will burn for the Son
And that the morning bird song
Is always his praise.
Every fleeting love,
Be made as a carpet,
For the love that walked
Upon this earth, my soil.
I take great care of myself by carefully shutting myself away.
It must require bravery to be honest all the time.
this is important and more people need to understand this
Say THIS shit, though
We call ships ‘she.’ We call our war machines ‘women.’ We compare women to black widows and vipers. And you’re going to tell me it’s not ‘lady-like’ to scream, to take up space, to fight and demand respect and do whatever the hell I want. You’ve looked at nuclear bombs and been so in awe that you could only name them after women. Don’t try to down-play my power.