i have had that moment in intimacy where i look at you and question the love you have for me. not because i don’t believe you, think you’re genuine, sincere… not because i think you’re a bachelor after his own heart and loins… but because i see no qualitative difference between the love i have … [...]

my freedom is in my writing. our sociology fears individual enlightenment because our interpersonal relationships aren’t bound by threads of truth; people want you to fit into their mold of understanding and any deviation from that is considered desperate, a cry for help. ‘she’s crazy.’ ‘she curses too much.’ bitch im about to get naked … [...]

the virtuous woman  “I need a Proverbs 31 wife,” he said after an argument one night. I thought, what the hell is a proverbs 31 wife? I had never read this particular proverb before, at least never paid enough attention to it that I would fathom my actions being paralleled to it. ‘the virtuous woman.’ … [...]

… when i think of the hebrew bible i long for the cathartic space from which it was birthed. a space which helped reconcile the juxtaposition of their perceived wretchedness with their frustratingly overwhelming love for Yahweh. i’m in the midst of my own exillic journey and i must discern whether union theological seminary is my jerusalem … [...]

Martin Luther Interview 06.09.2010 Each moment with Martin Luther music inscribes soulful simplicity on a dreamer’s heart. Chasing truth with acoustic realities, Martin Luther defines rebel soul music lyrical, practically, and artistically. Putting his heart on the line, Martin Luther passionately lives his music, with hopes that music will be as important to other people … [...]

because even with breadfruit in hand his memory entices my appetite. i loved you insidiously… a lover i made too much room for desires of a culture i’ve heard on the radio; a homeland whose soil sows innocent blood. his accent a melodic tease of a history i’ve fought to learn. i left my heart in dusty

1. the screwtape letters Having started my journey into C.S. Lewis, albeit a year late, I am excited to finish this collection. Not only because it has been recommended to me me a dozen times over the course of this year, but because I plainly need to. My first encounter with this man was on

prayer exfoliate sleep read a book. lose baby weight (and by baby i mean the human growing inside of my belly due to my unhealthy consumption of food during exams) donate to wikipedia watch glee daydream give pink elephant the real listen it deserves love you more often.

June 30, 1917 – May 9, 2010 your beautiful black wings soared through stormy weather writing symphonies of femininity in the trail of your flight. thank God for you. soar.in.peace

this kind of music is dangerous when you’re entering a new relationship, while trying to bring your heart out an old one. find me. here.

The 2010 Brooklyn Hip-Hop Festival: July 5th – July 10th 2010 via BROOKLYN BODEGA

black brooklyn renaissance calendar – spring to non natives, brooklyn becomes a culture cache when the weather heats up. fashioning jazz concerts in the slope and skate parks downtown, festivals by the bridge and dances on the beach. but to those that call it home, it’s just brooklyn: always fly. kinda sexy.

black brooklyn renaissance calendar – spring to non natives, brooklyn becomes a culture cache when the weather heats up. fashioning jazz concerts in the slope and skate parks downtown, festivals by the bridge and dances on the beach. but to those that call it home, it’s just brooklyn: always fly. kinda sexy.

this mix of trip hop and dancehall gets me everytime debating whether or not to cop the full album, but urrsher’s new song smells like summer happy monday!

she learns finger to throat faster than she finds god in her reflection

…i feel my womanhood in words & sounds vol. 1 i feel my modernity in the new testament i feel my diva in ego trippin, blackalicious, giovanni medley i feel my soft in cocoa buttered crevices i feel my lust in red wined lips i feel my me in brotherhood symphonies i feel my life

my blog is undergoing a bit of construction. i’m trying to figure out pages and categories and all that good stuff so that my blog no longer looks like a jumbled mess. imma get it together soon k? promise. xx

remembered the stroke of your beard inside my thigh high before the fall

a. ‘How do we make this more offensive? … I know we put black people in it!’ b. ‘Wait! what kind?!’ a. ‘African-Americans!’ … laughter ensues… as i stood behind the counter of tisch library packing my stuff to leave, i felt the full weight of these remarks. i didn’t know the context, but it