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Nia Scot | Poet | Avid Reader | Opposite of a Fitness Connoisseur

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soulhead1:

Jill Scott Made In America [FULL CONCERT] @missjillscott

Today is Ms. Jill Scott’s birthday. To really set you in the mood for a party, enjoy this phenomenal concert she gave at the Made In America Festival.

When my moms was a DJ, she’d get a lot of free CD’s from the job. I grew up with Jill from Philly. I’d play every CD on repeat and just jam. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard her Live 365+ joint all the way through. She is light and love and inspired me to be such. Real music inspires real people. 

One day, I will meet her. I will tell her how I saw my mother in her words, how I feel in love with myself with her sound, and learned who i was by her essence. 

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theneonvalley:

new music from josephanidxviii coming within the next few days.

theneonvalley:

new music from josephanidxviii coming within the next few days.

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These next few weeks will be busy. 

“He read greedily but understood selectively, choosing the bits and pieces of other men’s ideas that supported whatever predilection he had at the moment. This he chose to remember Hamlet’s abuse of Ophelia, bit not Christ’s love for Mary Magdalene; Hamlet’s frivolous politics, but not Christ’s serious anarchy. He noticed Gibbon’s acidity, but not his tolerance, Othello’s love for the fair Desdemona, but not Iago’s perverted love of Othello. The works he admired most were Dante’s; those he despised most were Dostoyevsky’s. For all his exposure to the best minds in the Western world, he allowed only the narrowed interpretation to touch him.” —Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye
“They had grown. Edging into life from the back door. Becoming. Everybody in the world was in a position to give them orders. White women said, “Do this.” White child said, “Give me that.” White men said, “Come here.” Black men said, “Lay down.” The only people they did not take order from were black children and each other. But they took all o that and re-created it in their own image. They ran the houses of white people, and knew it. When white men beat their men, they cleaned up the blood and went home to receive abuse from the victim. They beat their children with one hand, and stole from them with the other. The hands that felled trees also cute umbilical cords; the hands that wrung the necks of chickens and butchered hogs also nudged African violets into bloom’ the arms that loaded shelves, bales and sacks rocked babies into sleep. They patted biscuits into flakey ovals of innocence - and shrouded the dead. They plowed all day and came home to nestle like plums under the limbs of their men. The legs that straddled the mule’s back were the same ones that straddled their men’s hips. And the difference was all the difference there was.
Then they were old.”
—Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye
“She was introduced to another - physical beauty. Probably the most destructive ideas in the history of human though. Both originated in envy, thrived in insecurity, and ended in disillusion. In equating physical beauty with virtue, she stripped her mind, bound it, and collect self-contempt by the heap. She forgot lust and simple caring for. She regarded lvoe as possessive mating, and romance as the goal of the spirit. It would be for her a well-spring from which she would draw the most destructive emotions, deceiving the lover and seeking to imprison the beloved, curtailing freedom in every way.” —Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye
100 days to Happiness

Day 1. 

These Songs Are Happiness.

“To find out the truth about how dreams die, one should never take the word of a dreamer.” —Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye
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