I will not explain what I mean with my words, because my meaning and your interpretation may not agree, but they damn sure have room to live together. My other blog: www.nwabisa.tumblr.com
for all the brown girls
with hearts bigger than their bodies,
more vast than their skin can hold
you are vehement floodlight and glory,
they cannot recognize your burning.
rejoice that you cannot fit into palms
walk like you own the sun
aha, colossal livin’
look at us empty and full of emotion
strutting down these streets,
lipstick stained teeth
and bare fingers.
queer as hell,
hoping that no one will notice our bodies drag behind us
I was always sweet, at first. Oh, it’s so easy to be sweet to people before you love them.
— Dorothy Parker, Collected Stories (via feellng)
I’ve trusted and I’ve been betrayed.
I’ve loved and I’ve been rejected.
I’ve given and I’ve been sucked dry.
I’ve spoken up and I’ve been shut down.
I’ve begged for help and I’ve been ignored.
I’ve tried and I’ve failed.
But every time I’ve been lied to,
Been taken advantage of,
I’ve come back stronger.
Source: SoundCloud / okwonga
At the end of the day, really are just words.
They cannot fully articulate how one feels.
They’re there to helps us get through things.
To give a name to what whatever you’re feeling.
To attempt to make others understand, sympathise and even empathise.
They cannot stop you from thinking, feeling and wishing it wasn’t so.
Worst of all, they cannot undo.
Source: SoundCloud / Simphiwe Dana