I’m writing a short story about a girl who gets abducted and this song is the first song that came to mind when I thought of how I might see my story playing. This would be that song on the station as their traveling over the state into the night.
—I think my ultimate fantasy would be to have Daniel Kessler and Paul Banks do me in my bedroom. My life.
I’m watching this really incredible movie called Hidden Colors, which discusses how the Africanus came into being and the riches, talents, and discoveries are not portrayed in society or even discussed. Africa was thriving a really developed continent yet it begs one to wonder what it would’ve been like without the debeers or the Vanderbilts. Africa’s influence is everywhere. I am very proud to have that I can truly identify as an African woman. This movie wants you to know we are not the minority. And if you really think about it why is that and has that been what we are told believe. Why should we be made to feel invalid or invaluable. I learned all throughout my experience with Art History that Europe used to worship Africans. I learned all through out Social Studies that Africans have reached the farthest distances of the world;the first race to touch the sands, shores, forests, mountains, oceans, skies of the entire world. They have mixed with every other race. They have influenced every art, every culture, just about everything you can imagine in great ways and even bad ways. And the sad thing is that there aren’t many people who know that; not even most African Americans. Really I implore you to research Africa and Africans. Some of my discoveries were genuinely fascinating. It made me really want to study Africa’s art. I know so little about my own families ancestry. The little bit I do know is intriguing but I am also very disconnected it and that makes me sad. Please Watch Hidden Colors. I don’t want to be all black pride, but it made me feel like why shouldn’t I be? I am beautiful, I am intelligent, I am creative and free. There are so many black women and men and children all over the world who share those same traits. It feels good to know that I don’t have to feel ashamed or disposable. I have yet to even discover in my own self what gifts I truly possess.
Oh you want to tempt her with your dirty rocking roll.
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