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reformationx:

This is Adelaide, the niece of one of my really good friends. She was born 3 months prematurely and after struggling for about five months, she’s passed away May 4th. Addie never left the NICU, and in her five months she had about four surgeries. Although she was always in pain she was always smiling and happy- she was definitely a fighter. In the end the hospital bills really piled up so the family is trying to raise money to help with the cost, and even the smallest amount helps. I’m not associated with the family but I would really appreciate if Tumblr could help out even just a little bit; it would mean everything and more.

Click here to donate

Even if you can’t donate, please take two seconds to pass this on. Thank you very, very, much.

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blackfashion:

Public School Kids Own Adele Song

(Source: blackfashion, via thuglifexiamfashion)

"The policeman who shot down a 10-year-old in Queens
stood over the boy with his cop shoes in childish blood
and a voice said “Die you little motherfucker” and
there are tapes to prove that. At his trial
this policeman and in his own defense
“I didn’t notice the size or nothing else
only the color.” and
there are tapes to prove that, too.
Today that 37-year-old white man with 13 years of police forcing
has been set free
by 11 white men who said they were satisfied
justice had been done
and one black woman who said
“They convinced me” meaning
they had dragged her 4’10” black woman’s frame
over the hot coals of four centuries of white male approval
until she let go the first real power she ever had
and lined her own womb with cement
to make a graveyard for our children."

- Audre Lorde “Power” (via femignome)

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fuckyeablackart:

Spider Stories: An Animated Filmby Central City Tower

Info: The pilot for an action cartoon set in a African inspired fantasy world. A mythic, epic experience with a unique cultural perspective

Sypnosis: Spider Stories follows the tale of Princess Zahara who is thrown into hiding after the royal family is overthrown by a corrupt neighboring kingdom. While traveling with a misfit caravan of merchants she meets a wandering drummer griot who introduces her to the spirit world. Armed with a mystical staff, the fearless princess embarks on quest to reconnect with the spirits, reunite her homeland, and reclaim the throne.

They are developing an 11 minute animated pilot for a fantasy adventure series called Spider Stories. Your pledges will go towards funding a team of animators to get it done at a professional level of quality.

Help support at and find out more information HERE

(they have until March 31st)


Please reblog!

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"

BEAUTY IN THE SHADE
by: Andre Donegan

Woman with shaded skin

Your pigment lights candles

Handled by angels

Guiding light for the heavens

It does not eclipse

Your complexion

Leads eyes to beauty’s true direction

To the world, let not your mind conform

Just because your skin is not wearing it’s uniform

Please… please don’t embrace the lies

For what lies on you is beauty

Eternity cannot embrace comprehension

To provide an explanation

Capturing your angelic coated creation

You’re in my view…

Treasures lie deep within you

Which is why God shaded you the way he did

Because your presence

Would blind the mind’s eye if he didn’t

Jewels so Luminous

Jealo-sea would storm in us

High tides of tears cried

Hands open wide for pieces of your time

For others would see that you are rich beyond belief

We live in a world full of thieves

That steal minds, throw them in washing machines

And fill them with bleach

Now inclined to think brighter is better

Dark skin equals scarlet letter

Evicted from “true beauty”

Because your skin couldn’t pay the price

You pay the price of being who you are

So “natural disaster” is labeled on the being you are

I see you…

You are not Katrinas

All I see are queens

You need not to be crowned

Because you had it on

Out the womb

I see beautiful portraits

All this world sees are tombs

This world blows smoke

Their words and how they view you are fumes

Blow them away with your features

Be the defeater you were born to be

Not the defeated bred by society

You are visible to me…

I say this continually

Because you go unnoticed constantly

Tinted windows it seems,

You look out

But none can see you apparently…

This was a poem

But if someone were to question

Your essence in my presence

This is what my response would be…

"

- (via fuckyeahdarkgirls)

dysphorria:

right so when squirrels gather loads of food and not come out for weeks it’s ‘normal’ but when i do it it’s ‘antisocial’ oh ok

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