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When God's grace is just too good to put into words 😂😏😏 #sundayfunday #Godisgood #nigerian #african #ankarafashion

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When white people thought it would be COOL to exclude blacks from the Titanic...Look at GAWD!

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Poet Taylor Steele captures the problem with appropriating Black slang.

In her poem “AAVE” (which stands for African-American Vernacular English) Taylor Steele explains why appropriation of Black slang is the worst.  African-American culture is being popularized on a daily basis and while Black people are judged and mistreated for using something they came up with ages ago, White people come off as cool and original when they use it.

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#BlackLivesMatter

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Jesus rose on this day 2000 plus years ago! I wear purple, the color of royalty because I am the child of the greatest King who died for me. Happy Easter everyone!!! #Easter #eastersunday #makeup #makeupaddict #blackgirlskillingit #blackisbeautiful

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Who said black girls can't wear black? #blackgirlskillingit #gradschoollife #makeup #blackisbeautiful #blackisbeautiful @blackcitygirl_ @africansrgorgeous @africans__onpoint @darkskinbaddiesdaily

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A smile is a blessing every time it happens. Be thankful that you have something to smile about! #tooblessedtobestressed #makeup #makeupaddict #blackisbeautiful #blackgirlskillingit #gradschoollife

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Today is gonna be a good day 😁 #makeup #blackisbeautiful #blackgirlskillingit #bwwm #african

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Yes you are like the sun so always stay bright! @kehlani #makeup #bright #blackisbeautiful #nigerian

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Happy Valentines Day!!!! Remember Jesus loves you!! 😘😘😘😘😘❤️❤️❤️ #valentines #jesuslovesyou #blackisbeautiful

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Love doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and takes...we rise and we fall and we break and we make our mistakes #hamilton #makeup #blackisbeautiful #blackgirlskillingit #redlip

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Look at me now, I'm getting paper 😏😜 #godistoogood #blacklivesmatter #blackisbeautiful #makeup

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When the whole squad is dabbing 😏😏😏 These little girls will know that they can do ANYTHING as long as they put their heart in it!! #bigbrotherbigsisters #mylilsisisnexttome #mentor #mentee #blackisbeautiful #blacklivesmatter

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Not just an individual but because we are all human

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(via Cover Story: Barry Blitt’s Presidential Portraits  - The New Yorker)

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Vogue 🙋🏾💋👄 #Madonna #nigerian #blackisbeautiful #makeup #godistoogood

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I was broken. There are no other words to describe it. I physically felt my heart shatter, broken pieces of my reflection. Broken, very broken, and I struggled to pick the pieces of myself. My almost relationship did that to me. I am ashamed because I accepted empty or no promises at all but I was there through the rough times, a shoulder to lay on. I was the emotional support. I thought patience was going to change his mind, finally accept me into the role I had already created for myself, in my head of course.  So when he said he couldn’t do a long distance relationship I obliged, never willing to interfere with the hustle or dreams of another. I just didn’t know I wasn’t a part of his dreams, just a chapter in his book of life. When I saw him a few months later, I was introduced to his girlfriend and I wish I could say THE END. That it was in that moment that I realized what a douche he was. Love or blindness makes us do really stupid things like continuing the almost relationship, Phone calls and more lack of promises ensued and finally almost a year later. I had had enough.

It was me or her, an ultimatum long overdue, and as I waited for him to say YOU! I PICK YOU! It would never come. Because through text, he told me he cared about me but that he was in love with her. Love? He loved her? I don’t fully recall what happened next just snippets of the thunder of my heart in my ears, my knees of the floor and my sobs relentless. And he didn’t know what he had done to me. For while he was living his life, I underwent a lovesterectomy and as much as I wanted to claw it out of me it wouldn’t completely go away. Was it me? Was I not beautiful enough, smart enough, skinny enough?  What was wrong with me? I was broken, oh so broken and in the storm that followed, the pieces began to frost over hardened by the clap in the sky. Even though I have managed to pick up the pieces the ice has not allowed me to put them back together. But wait! One is missing, a piece that I can’t find! And I hate the fact that I probably left in the back pocket of his jeans while he has dinner with the love of his life. Oh well, I guess Ill just be resigned to the fact that one piece got away.