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”This brother here, myself and all of us here were born with our hair like this and we just wear it like this because it’s natural. The reason for it, you might say, is like a new awareness among black people that their own natural appearance, physical appearance, is beautiful and it’s pleasing to them.” -Kathleen Cleaver
Black Panthers (1968) dir. Agnès Varda
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Just finished reading this to get ready for the movie that’s finna drop. My nigga. Kal-L. What. A. Life.

Superman: Red Son - Dave Johnson
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Judo for self-defense… this cop has some serious skills!
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Who says judo can’t be used in a real life situation? Check out how a security officer in China uses ippon-seoi-nage to resolve a hostage crisis. It’s quite a gutsy move because the hostage taker had a meat cleaver.
Source: Judo Crazy Facebook
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Level of gripping in this one hand Sode-tsurikomi-goshi: 99
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巻込技 makikomi waza:
外巻込 soto-makikomi 払巻込 harai-makikomi 跳巻込 hane-makikomi 内股巻込 uchi-mata-makikomi 大外巻込 o-soto-makikomi 内巻込 uchi-makikomi 小内巻込 ko-uchi-makikomi
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4. Did You Pray? I pray I reach his height; Fill his shoes, the way his wisdom has filled my head, I pray I see him sat in the throne he deserves, As I sit beside him in a throne of my own, A throne he and his other half have worked to build, A throne we three have toiled to earn. I pray he lives into paradise, Lays his eyes on The God he taught me to fear, And shakes hands with the Kings he taught me to emulate. I pray he knows I think of him before every decision, That he knows my silence is forever momentary, and only ever commenced out of necessity or boredom. I pray my hairline goes slower than his did. I pray I make him proud. I pray I see him soon. When he asks me whether or not I prayed later on today; I pray he knows the answer.
Who’s Shalissa?
#black poetry#poetry#black dads#black fathers#black boy joy#black experience#black life#Prince James Poems#Prints on The Lilly Pad#See I can Do Hallmark Cards AND Woke Work
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3. Cinderella Story White skin, thin waist, stuffed into a dress Blonde hair gracefully placed in place of empathetic inclination Screams and shouts for twelve when black rams graze Graceful steps wrapped in glass must watch where they land For skywalkers show no dignity on black streets Clean sidewalks and bike lanes know no integrity Gentrification in footprints Sauer-esque step(s) obsessed over sweeping Thinly veiled death threats exchanged for deaths of good weekends God damn’s her fairly good mammy once her black magic’s ineffective And every pumpkin stepped in starts to feel like a cow pie For Prince charming charms Pale skin, Hollow bones, stuffed into funeral attire Flaxen roots which grow in place of critical thought Breath which reeks of vegetablism and Singes the noses of all; but, her charming. Including her own. The clock ticks on And on And on.
Who’s Shalissa?
#black feminism#black poetry#black narrative#black literature#black life#black experience#feminist poetry#othello#starwars#no diggity#no doubt#Anti-racist poetry#PrintsJamesPoetry#Prints on The Lilly Pad
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2. Red Blacks Red blood running back deep Crusted cracks reside on black streets Packed rats in too many Spike Lees and we too scared to Splinter Black and bloodied White Nikes (Pronounce it the dumb way. Rhymes with bikes.) A like-back unlikely Tight sacks packed lightly Anxiety in my bloodstream I can't gang bang cuz my blood's crippled Red waves come crashing Down onto silent black sands and I'm not their Moana.
Who’s Shalissa?
#Poetry#Black Poetry#Black Life#Black Experience#Black Voices#southern poetry#black america#america#PrinceJamesPoetry#PrintsOnTheLillyPad
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1. An UnKnown Perspective I write because no matter how articulate spinning backhands assert I am or how elegantly my word may be spoken; spirit represented, and voice boisterous, When shot at titanium, even bullet bill must find his way wayward And so my rhetoric ricochets off of thickened skulls full of softened Id-i-otlogy And launches into soft asses who peep my piece read my peace While at home and at ease Until they are lulled away; pulled away, Right back to sleep.
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I been sayin this since 2010... but that's none of my business...
Terrorism has no religion - WTF fun facts
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