What once was full..

akiey:

dynamicafrica:

iluvsouthernafrica:

Madagascar:

Beautiful Magadascan women: c. 1898

(the beauty and power of these women made me cry)

Felt the same way as I was scrolling through these photographs of these incredibly beautiful women. Their elaborate hairstyles and equally as immaculate clothing just blows me away.

This has made my day.
Afrique, mon Afrique.

(via youngblackandvegan)

So many things in my brain..
That its driving me insane..
How much longer can I maintain..
This pain…
So many reasons on my list…
Of why not to exist..
That it gives me mood shifts..
& I find my self pushing to just do good shit…
Not know which way to turn..
Each day that passes I learn..
That I am here for me and me only..
This is my destiny!
So why do they test me..&
Try to press me..
How much more is left of me…?
So many feelings are repressed…
So many times they try to arrest..
With rage of anger I am left..
My heart slowly beats in my chest…
U wonder why I’m depressed…
This is way too much stress…
There’s a dark space inside..
That I always try to hide..
Where pain that runs deep resides…
It’s springs out and consumes..
When I’m locked in my room..
It tells me I’m doomed…
I don’t listen…
Positivity will win..
So I breathe out and breathe in..
Deep inhales..slow exhales…
This room feels like a cell…
I am living in my hell…
Dark…

(Source: darkfetisha, via missturman)

inspiration for me

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knowledgeequalsblackpower:

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(Source: moon-womb, via primordialnrg)

(via missturman)

my fam isnt fam..

my home isnt home…

this just isnt a poem..

its my life..

theres always some drama…

EVERY FUCKING DAY…

I used to be gay..

but now im just bi…(eventho i get dicked)

my sisters a bitch…

I cant stand a snitch…

I feel like I’ve been tricked…

I hate to be missed…

Im almost always pissed…

sometimes I just wish..

that I never was here…

I dont really fear…

I shed a lot of tears…

I dont hang with talk to or respect most of my peers…

this poem is sincere…

who cares if its whack..

get off of my back…

I feel so attacked..

NO ONE in my home gets me…

so much that it upsets me…

but they wont get the best of me..

because I am strong…

who cares if I sound wrong..

this isnt just a poem..

this is my life…

#thoughts #venting #tumblrrelease #poetry

knowthyself87:

Let go, it’s that simple

^^^^ I needed this today^^^^

on a day to day basis I sit and dream…

dreams of a different life…

of a happier better life…

dreams of how I would have turned out…

if my mother wasnt on drugs & if my father didnt have that stroke that left in a wheelchair for the rest of his life…

I dont feel right…

Am I the one thats crazy or is the world around me insane…

these are the thoughts that constantly swirl around my mental when my anger is self contained…

staying sane in my life is a battle…

that i am slowly losing day by day…

I find myself constantly asking…

Why did my life have to be this way…

negativity keeps surrounding and I try seclude myself away from it all…

I find myself dialing numbers to vent…

but so called friends are never there to pick up my calls…

I dream of a life where i can smile ear to ear…

and have nothing to fear…

and wont dare shed a tear of pain…

I love when it rains…

ITS SO SOOTHING…

I dream of a life where i can be me…

the real me…

as happy as can be…

with no stress…no doubt…no worries…no pain……

I dream of a life where my pillows no longer have stains..

from years of tears…

I no longer search from the outside to heal whats wrong within…

I no longer accept the wrong people as my friends…

I no longer long for the approval or acceptance of me..

I lay and dream about how happy I can and would be if I could just be free…

Then sit back and think about my life if it wasnt for me….

#ventpoetry #angerrelease #unhappythoughts #rough #draft