Assata: One who struggles
Shakur: The thankful one
“They wrestled on until they were doped with their fumes and emanations; till their clothes had been torn away; till he hurled her to the floor and held her there melting her resistance with the heat of his body, doing things with their bodies to express the inexpressible; kissed her until she arched her body to meet him and they fell asleep in sweet exhaustion.”
If you don’t know what you believe in, everything else in your life will be confused. Knowing what you believe lays a foundation for your life. Then you can have principles and ideas that you follow. Things that you are unwilling to compromise. If you’re deciding what you believe every day and every day you believe something else, you have nothing to look forward to but chaos.
- Sista Souljah
“Who taught you to hate the color of your skin?
Who taught you to hate the texture of your hair?
Who taught you to hate the shape of your nose and the shape of your lips?
Who taught you to hate yourself from the top of your head to the soles of your feet?
Who taught you to hate your own kind?
Who taught you to hate the race that you belong to so much so that you don’t want to be around each other?”
- Malcolm X, 1962
They play it safe, are quick to assassinate what they do not understand. They move in packs ingesting more and more fear with every act of hate on one another. They feel most comfortable in groups, less guilt to swallow. They are us. This is what we have become. Afraid to respect the individual. A single person within a circumstance can move one to change. To love him/herself. To evolve.Erykah Badu
I’ve never had the audacity before now to wait for a heart… But you said
Sleep on it.
So I curled up on your chest and learned patience
Didn’t want to let the weight of my tears wake your gorgeous
The mornings can be so mortal.
And you often have bad dreams
I’ve caught you mid scream on a September night
Swore then I would kiss the fright from your voice if you would let me.
But that’s your choice My Love
- Alysia Bell