If you ran into me during the day I'd probably be in a classroom discussing the state of Black America, or the psychological effects of slavery. I'd have a Harlem Renaissance authors book in 1 hand & George Lipsitz's "How Racism Takes Place" in the other. I'd be working on a new blog entry, titled something like "The Black Panther Party, Reconsidered". So, you get it? By day I have 1 fist up, but there's more to me! Here are the things I love".
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ETA: I was attending a segregated school in Wilmington, NC and when we showed up for school on April 5, there was a gathering in the auditorium that morning and then we were sent home. School was cancelled.
i’m upset about the ranch in the back hahahhahhaaa!
Okay but what kind of sheen do you get from broccoli and a Bible? Job knows nothing of my curl pattern or the 5 different textures lurking on my head. When it said, “While the morning stars sand together and all the angels shouted for joy?” in Job 38.7, was it talking about new growth?
SON I CANNOT!!!!!
LMAOOO y’all so disrespectful
CACKLES SO LOUD SHE WAKES UP THE HOUSE
IS THAT PUDDING OHHH MAAAAAAAN
Racismschool, YOU AIN’T SHIT!!!!!!!!
…but let one single person tell me that rubbing Broccoli and Jesus on my head activates growth. You would see a recipe for Broccoli-Moses casserole under a shower cap on this blog TOMORROW!