I'm not Nobel Peace Prize Dr. King; I am Nobel Peace Prize Barack Obama: all words, no action.
Let’s be real: They fucking lost the war.
I’m not ashamed to admit that sometimes life takes its toll on me and I can’t think my way out of my thoughts.
You aren’t afraid of a little hard work and discomfort, right?
I didn’t tell any adults about this because I knew I would be questioned as to what I did to make him pay me attention.
Thank you for your perseverance, your valor, and your inspiration.
I want our ELEMENT (good and bad) understood so that we can freely talk about this instead of acting like Kendrick has aired our dirty laundry.
It only took about forty years, but Hip-Hop has finally produced its first blockbuster release for grown-ass men.
Please stop making POC do these things. Please.
I usually wait till no one is around and throw everything in the garbage. Sorry, my White friends.
I wanted to do something cool to bring Black folks together to talk about how hard it is out here for a pimp, feelings and emotions, and all the beautiful and the powerfully wack stuff, in a comfortable, engaging, entertaining, non-clinical way.
You know it when you see it. It is a bulbous cyst on the tip of humanity’s nose. It is overwhelming, ruthless, unmistakeable, and unoverlookable. Like powerful morning mustiness in a crowded subway car.