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freedom, blackness, love, magik, harriet tubman, dandelions, ending state violence

Messages of Freedom: H.T. I know you are with me

Harriet Tubman saved my life. Me, young black girl child in a sea of mostly whiteness and brownness, it was rare that I saw my reflection. But, when H.T. came on the scene I felt like I had found the super hero I had always dreamed of. She was strong, unafraid, powerful, and unapologetic. She had two nicknames~Minty, and Moses. Minty, because her middle name was Arminta, and Moses because she freed so many black folk out of slavery. I appreciate the work she did for our people, so effortlessly, with so much love. I believe H.T. is our beacon of light, our reminder that freedom is the day to day steps we walk and create. That freedom is in the journey we speak into existence. H.T., you have and continue to save so many black girl lives.

As a black girl child I often felt forgotten. Forgotten by larger white supremacist society, and forgotten by the nuclear family model that was just as fragmented as my spirit. I used H.T. as my mantra for change. I read all her children’s books, and when I was done with them I read them again. I knew she would answer so many questions that the rest of the world left unanswered. Questions about my vulnerability. Questions about my strength.

As I have aged, I still love H.T. so much, but I see her humanity more these days. I don’t just think about her as a super hero. I remember, that she, at one point was a black girl child and had fears and insecurities just like me. That even with those fears and insecurities she fed her strength and her love for freedom, her love for black folk. When ever I am a bit undone I ask myself: What would H.T. do? How would she move through this situation? Her grace will never be forgotten. Her messages are ever present. Black girl children we got a human hero and her name is Harriet Tubman. love love. #riseofthedandelions

Freedom is the Underground Railroad is Freedom

Stream of Consciousness: I am here in the world battling my own ayanmo. Spirit guides me forth through all of my heart’s desires. It brings me into the most sacred parts of life. Balance is warranted. The prison system is a reflection of this countries ultimate desire to destroy very people that built this place (U.S.A.). Its despicable history is right now. Slavery is righ now. Re-entry from prison is the new underground railroad. The so called “free-states” is the new parole. Now is our chance to be apart of a larger network towards abolition. No cages, No borders. No slavery, No prisons. The re-design is so real. How much have we bought into the current design?  We can’t see the cages and jails they are tucked away in rural towns. Us “northerners” are doing well. “We”  are “liberal”. “We” don’t behave in “those” ways. But, the truth is we are collaborating with a system that locks human bodies in cages. Then maybe releases them back into NOTHING….no social welfare, no job security, no services. Dreams are slashed. Our hope relies in the re-membering of the underground railroad. Our following of the north star is incumbent upon our ability to see that slavery is here and now. Who is willing to join me towards freedom? #freedomportals #riseofthedandelion

Freeze You are FREE!

Freeze You are FREE!

re-imagining stop and frisk  artist: Taijhet Nyobi

Freedom is when we can see who we are all the time!

Freedom is when we can see who we are all the time!

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artist: Taijhet Nyobi

Our Freedom is in the Medicine

“Dandelions are especially well-adapted to a modern world of “disturbed habitats,” such as lawns and sunny, open places. They were even introduced into the Midwest from Europe to provide food for the imported honeybees in early spring. They now grow virtually worldwide. Dandelions spread further, are more difficult to exterminate, and grow under more under adverse circumstances than most competitors.

Most gardeners detest them, but the more you try to weed them up, the faster they grow.

The taproot is deep, twisted, and brittle.

Unless you remove it completely, it will regenerate. If you break off more pieces than you unearth, the dandelion wins. “What’s a dandelion digger for?” a dandelion asked.

“It ís a human invention to help us reproduce,” another dandelion replied.”Image

Freedom Fashion Fags Foreva!!

Freedom Fashion Fags Foreva!!

i <3 Brooklyn!

Our Hearts are Free

please don’t try and restrict my heart. it was born free. in my chest/between my rib cage, my heart was born free. i like it that way. small and mighty drum beat. steady. accountable.loved.full.ready.grateful. but most importantly FREE

Where is your freedom?


“Home. Home is where freedom is. The house can be ever so nice, with a soft bed, fine food, and fire in the fireplace, but is ain’t home if it ain’t where freedom is. I live where the fire is out, where the bed is hard and the bread is scarce, and maybe you work and maybe you eat and maybe you don’t….but freedom is there. Do you want to go? I know you do. Freedom is where I’m going. Come with me! Through swamps, through mire, past paddy roses (patrollers, slave catchers) with blood hounds and dogs. Past danger, past even death. Freedom is there. Come with me!”

#freedomportals

Free-Right Now

im swimming in freedom. right now.

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