I just love this woman!Janelle Monae.
Alysia Harris and Jennah Bell “The Death Poem”
Alysia Harris and Jennah Bell “The Death Poem”
My favorite piece from Alysia…still.
hella dope version of this piece!
Oprah’s speaking at Spelman’s commencement! How do you feel, AUC?
In order… Spelman, Morehouse, & Clark Atlanta
bahahaha
This is slightly surreal. In the best possible way lol
We love the person who made this!!!!
The wordsmiths of The Strivers Row
“Praise the fight, when they told us these words wouldn’t take us this far, how they lost faith in the sonic booms of our pens…I mean, don’t we all always want-all-eyes-on-us?”
-Carvens Lissaint “Praise”
(Pictured: Joshua Bennett,Zora Howard, Jasmine Mans, Miles Hodges, Alysia Harris, & Carvens Lissaint)
It’s the oldest story in the world. One day, you’re 17 and playing for someday, and then quietly and without you really noticing, someday is today, and then someday is yesterday, and this is your life. We spend so much time wanting, pursuing, wishing. But ambition is good, chasing things with integrity is good, dreaming. If you had a friend you knew you’d never see again, what would you say? If you could do one last thing for someone you love, what would it be? Say it. Do it. Don’t wait. Nothing lasts forever. Make a wish and place it in your heart. Anything you want, everything you want. Do you have it? Good. Now believe it can come true. You never know where the next miracle’s going to come from, the next memory, the next smile, the next wish come true. But if you believe that it’s right around the corner, you open your heart and mind to the possibility of it, to the certainty of it, you just might get the thing you’re wishing for. The world is full of magic. You just have to believe in it. So make your wish. Do you have it? Good. Now believe in it with all your heart.
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| — | The last words of One Tree Hill (via fuckyeahonetreehill) |
Pathedy of Manners - Ellen Kay
At twenty she was brilliant and adored,
Phi Beta Kappa, sought for every dance;
Captured symbolic logic and the glance
Of men whose interest was their sole reward.
She learned the cultured jargon of those bred
To antique crystal and authentic pearls,
Scorned Wagner, praised the Degas dancing girls,
And when she might have thought, conversed instead.
She hung up her diploma, went abroad,
Saw catalogues of domes and tapestry,
Rejected an impoverished marquis,
And learned to tell real Wedgwood from a fraud.
Back home her breeding led her to espouse
A bright young man whose pearl cufflinks were real.
They had an ideal marriage, and ideal
But lonely children in an ideal house.
I saw her yesterday at forty-three,
Her children gone, her husband one year dead,
Toying with plots to kill time and re-wed
Illusions of lost opportunity.
But afraid to wonder what she might have known
With all that wealth and mind had offered her,
She shuns conviction, choosing to infer
Tenets of every mind except her own.
A hundred people call, though not one friend,
To parry a hundred doubts with nimble talk.
Her meanings lost in manners, she will walk
Alone in brilliant circles to the end.
