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Hey there Kid…

Hey There Kid

Hey, kid–kid with the kinky thick hair. The kid with the name everyone pronounced wrong. The bubbly chubby kid who loved to sing. One kid who’d run around with her portable speaker and mic and perform like a little preacher. Kid who loved climbing the trees in the backyard. The kid with a bottomless imagination. A kid who’d daydream all day. Hey there, kid, who loved bubble baths with her mom and would sing, “You are so beautiful….to me, can’t you see?” Continue reading Hey there Kid…

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Octopussy and why?

Wait, hold up? Is that a bleeding pussy? Yes, Yes it is!  Why? Because she is beautiful.

I created her because I wanted to end the taboo behind anatomy of a woman. Yeah, we bleed, get over it.  Our vaginas are more than a sex toy for you to fall into.  We create life, we hustle through the pain and get things done.  Continue reading Octopussy and why?

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🌸 HIRAETH pt.2 🌸

No one knows the exact origins of the elders. They preached that they were nature formed as man. “For as long as the Stars have been in the heavens and the waters in the seas, we have been. Just like nature, we will always be.” Continue reading 🌸 HIRAETH pt.2 🌸

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The Glow – Up

The Glow- Up

For the past couple of months, I have been racking my brain. I have been trying to figure out who I am. I have been trying to figure out, “What do I offer”? We are brought up thinking we have to “be someone”. Yet, who is this someone? When we become that someone do we get a prize? I don’t know. Maybe I became that someone and hasn’t even realized it yet?

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Reflections

I’m as guilty as the next person, I’ve used them, lots of times, it’s hard not to.  Those apps that remove every line, every blemish, every scar….but to what extent do we become someone we’re not?  We can’t be 20, we can’t just never get crows feet, or laugh lines, we age, we all do, why has it become a trend to hide it? Continue reading Reflections

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Bitch, Anxiety.

I am tired of being sad. I just want to be fucking awesome. How in the fuck do you do that? I think it just comes to a point, when you are like fuck it. I am doing this. It is happening. If others don’t like it, they can suck it. I am sick of being PC. I legit spent over 20 years being hella proper. Okay, I am still proper. I like to swear though. I think it’s funny. So any fucking way…

I am tired of being sad. I don’t want to apologize for ever feeling sad ever. I think it’s awesome to feel. I think it is outstanding to be so moved that you move yourself into a depression. Only because there is an opportunity for a silver lining. When you’ve dug out of the muck and mire, there is hope. It is a beautiful sunshine minus the troll at the end with gold. You brush off your knees and think, “I made it. “ You went through hell to get to Heaven.

I am a lady with high anxiety. Oddly enough I am letting my fear of virtually everything drive me. So many people think that could be a bad strategy. Well if you have anxiety you totally get it. You get so nervous that you utter, “Fuck it.” That situation was your breaking point. I don’t know what it feels like to not be nervous. I wouldn’t trade my over sensitivity to stimulus for anything. It has literally taken me to Paris, Berlin and Sweden for some strange reason.

My stress self-exploits have recently brought me back to art. Creativity my haven from childhood. I am throwing my 1st exhibition and…

Well you’ll have to wait for the rest.

xoxoxo,

Christina

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Not Perfect

I’m not perfect.
Although that should be clear as water, sometimes I feel the need to state it. For myself and for others. Especially for others. It is probably my fault and in my actions. It’s probably something I do or don’t do. It’s probably because of the way I see the world and how I speak of it.
I am not perfect.
And I get tired.
And I give up too.
There are so many things I have given up and not looked back. There are so many things I have looked back but not regretted. There are so many things I regret too.
It’s entirely human. I believe.
Being a mess of so many things, not only good, not only bad, but everything. Not black or white but fifty shades of blue. And some purple, once you wear those rose colored glasses. On holidays. Or those real good days.
The days you hold on to with everything you got to keep moving forward. To keep moving. Even if only an inch or less. Even if to the sides or back. Just moving. Because life is made of movements, moments, actions and decisions you never really got to think through.
Life happens. But I digress.
I’m not perfect. And that’s fine. It’s entirely human, I believe.
What about you?
© Máh Lima


Photo by Ahmed Ashhaadh on Unsplash

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💐 HIRAETH 💐

 

Long ago, in the days of no time, there was a Tribe. This tribe was very ancient. They lived on the lands of courage and knowledge, a special land made by the creator itself. The land was marvelous; Healthy wildlife, fresh fruits, clean water, and a connected people. It was a paradise. Every morning, when the light of the sun woke the world, rains would shower the land; bringing fresh fruits and a fresh start to the life below. Once the people woke they would gather and give praise to the almighty creator, which they believed the sun to be the closest representation. They believed that if they failed to show gratitude, the sun would stop providing the life force energy that the earth needs to maintain itself. They worshiped for about an hour each day. singing, shouting, dancing and even crying; they did whatever was necessary to express their gratitude. After worship, all of the elders would gather fruits and begin to feed the animals of the lands, as many as they could.

The elders dedicated their lives to the lands, they believed that all life started as one and that all is connected. It was taught that when they die their life force energy would convert back into the lands in which it came. The elders were very spiritual and peaceful people. They gave to life as much as they could. It’s believed that the elders were often visited by the creator itself, giving them insight into higher knowledge and greater purpose.

While the elders fed the animals, the children of the land went out into the fields to play with each other. They sang, danced, played with the animals, they even discussed life and it’s many questions. It was important that children expressed themselves early in the day, this connected them to the realm of life and also to one another. The children were very close and very compassionate to one another.

During this time, The men and women would celebrate their bond with an act of sex. This act bonded the two. It made them as one. connecting them to the frequency of life and to one another. When the sun touched the top of the mountains and the elders have returned, the women would go and pick fruit for their families. Eating fruit during the day was essential for long and healthy life.

After the families have eaten, consuming the energy from life itself, they bathed. It was taught that people are like flowers of life and that keeping a fresh aroma is good for the life force energy inside one’s body. Once the sun was brightest in the sky and all birds were active, The children went off to sacred grounds to learn from the elders. Both male and female children learned together, making all equal. The elders taught them all sorts of amazing things, from the creation of life itself to the crafting of a chair. Everything was important. The children loved to learn. They couldn’t learn enough. Learning about the history of life and of the lands gave the children a stronger connection with their people. It made them feel alive. Because of this passion for learning, the children became extremely gifted in areas of life. They were proficient woodcutters, genius hunters, and they even had a remarkable understanding of the universe. Not only were they an advanced group, but they were extremely healthy. Being well rounded provided them with the balance of life itself.

While the children were off learning, the lives of the men and women were quite simple. The woman began her day alone, stretching and meditating; expressing her body to the world. It was extremely important for the woman’s body to be relaxed. The woman was a doorway for human life. Her compassion and gracefulness were important, for she was a representation of the earth itself. Being a doorway for life, in each home, the women were considered the highest privilege. Families worshiped the head woman in the house. Due to this high level of honor, the women often had a lot of free time. After her meditation, it was the woman’s duty to patch all torn clothing and to clean the entire house for the family. The woman took pride in her duties. She loved making The home a palace for the family. The women had a very strong bond. Afterward, when the women were done with family duties, they would join each other. Together the women conversed and made baskets, clothes, medicine.

Being a man on the land was probably the most challenging yet rewarding positions. Men spent most of their days doing physical activities. Doing house repairs, jogging, making hunting tools, etc… It was important that as a man you stay active. Although the men were well connected, it was every man for himself. Men were not allowed to hunt together. Bringing food back to one’s family was considered sacred. Men were only allowed to worship, exercise, and build together. Everything else he did with his family. Men took his position in life with great honor. Realizing that they were masters over all of the earth, men grew a passion for this way of life. Elders taught, “man is the guide for the woman and children. It is he who protects and directs the family.” Because of this belief men believed themselves to be the light manifested in human form. No one light should interfere with another’s beam.

The land lived in peace for eons. The earth and people lived as one. Every man and woman accounted for. It Represented a perfect balance between men and nature. Elders often speak of a time where the lands would become unbalanced. An era of complete chaos. During this era, elders would stop feeding the animals. They also stopped passing knowledge and wisdom down to the people. Without guidance, the people would lose their connection to the creator and to the earth itself.

Although the elders never told which day the shift would occur, they preached to a child that would be born from the family of true worshipers. Not only would this child be the most knowledgeable in all the land, but he would also be the pureblood; connecting his life force energy back to the earth. Re-establishing this connection with the earth, this child would emit an extremely powerful energy. The energy was so powerful that it caused the child to glow. If concentrated correctly, this energy could also be used to heal or destroy.

Because the lands had been at peace for such a long time, many believed this prophecy to be a great tale, told by the elders to scare the children… They couldn’t have been more wrong.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Blue Black Girl by Cierra Robinson

Blue Black Girl

 

Most days my skin smells like sadness

Pigmentation–melancholy

Feels like it was hidden in my bones

Draw blood–I’m certain it’s blue

 

Keep trying to level up

But I’ve got lead in my shoes

It’s tiring trying to show and prove

I wear a distressed smile

Can you see my holes?

Am i bleached enough when I’m shifting?

Just to enter into the world

Knees ripped from begging myself not to lose my self respect

Because people who don’t see you still won’t have respect

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God Is A Black Femme

God Is A Black Femme

God is a Black Femme Her faith is strong and permeated, and she is bound in strength and love. It’s hard to be a woman, but can you imagine the burden as a BLACK woman? Being demonized, sexualized, prejudged at your roots, and historically traumatized? Being told you’re too dark, being told you have a bad attitude and a harsh cold heart? Being mistreated within society and even by some in our own community. Yet we still thrive and still rise to power in all our ingenuity. We keep our integrity, and we keep our heads a spear. Despite all of the pain and suffering over the years. Continue reading God Is A Black Femme

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Wanton Summer: Sorry I Miss You

Summer without another.

 

A torrid summer

sweltering with fatigue

filled with wonder

to believe.

Met a quaint guy

smooth and lean

had affable eyes

wore acid wash jeans.

Knew he wasn’t from here

never bothered to ask

shared his heady beer

from his novelty flask.

Often terse

but spoke with vigour

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Breathing in my Black Body in Birmingham, Alabama

Breathing in my Black Body in Birmingham, Alabama

(Picture courtesy of Salaam Green)

I am not confident, or an inspiration, or even brave simply because I have lost some weight. I get dressed in the dark and go to work with wrinkles in my clothes most days. In my previous home I decorated the whole living room with mirrors, mirrors over the fireplace, sofa, and such; however, in my small apartment, I haven’t looked in a mirror in months. I hate taking pictures even today and years ago I decided to not join the selfie craze because; I was too fat.

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Abstractify

 

Abstract art is for me a way to think outside the norm, to let go of expectations and to try and see things a little differently, even if only for a moment. Abstract art defies terms or classification, is outside of borders or -isms, it exists merely because it can and does and the meaning is ambiguous, much like life itself.

All eyes see differently, with their own biases and desires, wants and needs, and an image can mean a million different things to a million different people. Abstract art doesn’t preach, it offers itself up in humbleness and piety and those who wish to worship can, those who wish to question can, and those who wish to ignore, can.
Abstract is uniqueness, it is a term designed to provide a context when context is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that you feel something, anything and consider yourself for a moment.
It is a way to create without expectation, to form freely with complete innocence, child like and full of hope, and convey an element of yourself that cannot be put into words.
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Roses From a Dragon

Have you ever heard a song that made life so worth it?
A song that’s always there when you need it?
A perfect shoulder to cry on.
Can you hear it? It’s incredible.
The work of art. The kind of song made just for you.
It’s the song you can’t wait to listen to after a long day of life.
The kind of song that gently rocks you to sleep
and eagerly wakes you in the morning.
The kind of song that makes everything a unique moment in time.
A conversation with God.
It’s the kind of song that makes you feel like you conquer the world.
It reminds you that nothing is impossible.
A fantasy of the perfect life. It takes you to paradise.
That brilliant wordplay, complemented by a soulful baseline,
it makes listening to a new song impossible.
It’s the song you just want to listen to all day.
The kind of song that you can dance to forever;
a delicate waltz with eternity.