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The Select Archives of Tongue Rhythms

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The Select Archives of Tongue Rhythms. Tuesday, October 22, 2013. I leave are the ones that meant the most to me. Thanks for reading - z. Posted by z.bediako. Leave a line, or two. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Select Archives of Tongue Rhythms. A short poem for the ones who think we are free. Exiting the belly : birth rights. The day we go blind. In a dream: reduction of illumination. Black girl lost.in a book. The Unwrapped Mind Of C.L. Jones. My best friend gayle. Black Girl Get Free.

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The Select Archives of Tongue Rhythms: flies.

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The Select Archives of Tongue Rhythms. Monday, October 31, 2011. Starving babies are quiet on my block. They suck on air like a breeze is a warm bottle. My hunger struck early, too. But slop still left a residue. On the outsides of my chestnut cheeks. There were many days when stale honey combs. A stink settling inside of urban black american poverty. Posted by z.bediako. Leave a line, or two. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Select Archives of Tongue Rhythms. Exiting the belly : birth rights.

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The Select Archives of Tongue Rhythms: untitled.

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The Select Archives of Tongue Rhythms. Wednesday, April 13, 2011. Them winged birds won't ever fly. Just jump up high to sift the sky. They'll go to the fair on lemon hill. Too afraid to hop on the Ferris wheel. Them winged birds will never soar. They'll merely strut the corridor. They'll hide behind the open doors. Then close them shut and kiss the floor. Them winged birds won't ever swoop. Shoot the shit inside the coop. Inspired by Gwendolyn Brook's WE REAL COOL. Posted by z.bediako.

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The Select Archives of Tongue Rhythms: slither.

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The Select Archives of Tongue Rhythms. Tuesday, April 19, 2011. It is 12:44 am. When the snake arrives. Slithering his sour self. Across her humid hips. Dipped dark in summer drape. Like two spiraling twist ties. On a white unyielding ironing board. He grows outside of her. He slinks against the. That she doesn't want him. That she will still feel him - crawling. Nor does he dare. To hurry or hush his heavy breathing. He doesn't even bother to avert his eyes. Posted by z.bediako. Leave a line, or two.

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The Select Archives of Tongue Rhythms: little casualities

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The Select Archives of Tongue Rhythms. Saturday, May 3, 2008. How can i see rainbows. Through this cloud of grey smoke. From the heads of. 4 little black girls. 4 little black girls. 4 little black girls. Who liked to lick the. From big mamas spoon. Who laid their heads in the grass. And watched their brothers pass orange kites. Across the humid sky. To tease and tickle the clouds. Who fetched big buckets of brown water. From the nile for big sister. Next to debri from. Little sun kissed kissed boys.

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The Select Archives of Tongue Rhythms: Exiting the Belly

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The Select Archives of Tongue Rhythms. Monday, August 25, 2008. I escaped right into a prison. I was the raise of the base. Just call me the logarithm. Encased above my mothers thighs. I was the truth. Now i am a. Maybe i was freer in two parts. Shoveled inside dark ovaries. Swimming in the sac. Maybe it was better. He didnt have the orgasm. To set me free. Though i'd know no taste. For i'd have no face. Maybe i was better. In my mothers mind. To exit her belly. Barely considering me”. The day we go blind.

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Quirky Black Girls: August 2014

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For Colored Girls Blog Carnival. Saturday, August 30, 2014. Black Love Oracle Day 3: Power #blacklivesmatter #whateverwhenever. All I want to know. For my own protection. Is are we capable. Essex Hemphill "For My Own Protection". Black Love Oracle Day #3: Power #whateverwhenever #blacklivesmatter. From Alexis Pauline Gumbs. To activate the oracle, choose a letter of the alphabet (your initials? The initials of a loved one? Links to this post. Friday, August 29, 2014. All I want to know. Is are we capable.

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Syllabus | To Be A Problem

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To Be A Problem. Outcast Subjectivity in Black Literature (In the Making). To Be A Problem. Outcast Subjectivity and Black Literary Production. This class will reinvoke. 1903 question ( How does it feel to be a problem? And challenge the response that has sought to foreclose black feminist and queer critiques within the (so-called) black community:. Shh We have enough problems. The White Boy Shuffle,. Free Enterprise: A Novel of Mary Ellen Pleasant. The Souls of Black Folk. Wildheart Press, 2001). 9/17 &...

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To Be Re(a)d | To Be A Problem

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To Be A Problem. Outcast Subjectivity in Black Literature (In the Making). October 31, 2007. Posted by alexis in Uncategorized. Http:/ www.documentthesilence.wordpress.com. In 1973, when Toni Morrison published her second novel. She changed black feminist literary criticism forever. In fact, I like to day that black feminists created black feminist literary criticism to deal with Sula, the character and the text. In partnership with her first novel. No comments yet &#8212 be the first. To Be A Problem: A...