I am not easily blown away. Maimouna Youssef's vocals, concepts, and general aura, though? No doubt that she is changing the game.
I admire this sister's gift and grod immensely.
Catch her on tour all summer. From Tokyo to Brooklyn to Jamaica to The UK, she is setting it off. So excited to see her growth.
So...I have been busy curating my forst art exhibit. The gracious owner at Adinkra Cultural Arts Studio believed in my vision and allowed me complete creative control.
The contributing artists include one of my favorite local artists: ALONZO DAVIS! The full list of artists is available at: www.AdinkraStudios.com
Thank you to everyone who helped make this successful and SEE YOU THURSDAY!
When Trayvon Was Murdered, I Got Angry. When Tamir Was Murdered, I Got Scared
This is a personal piece written for a man who helped me feel more lovable. I have a long way to go, but he is worth writing about
How can a flame be in love with the wind
When its breeze is so fickle and easy to bend
Amens were sent when the connection was first ignited
Elation is an understatement, a million wrongs were righted
He was enlightened in her sight and blindsided, couldn't quit her
They walked together among the ashes from those left bitter
But as she flickers, the dancing sparks are her tears
Because wind is naive and thinks she'll always be here
See air can profess that to burn is why he lives
But in reality he rejected the offering she tried give
She said "my love, I suffocate in your absence"
Then she consumed him and her rays engulf him in rapture
He forsakes a future where only her smoke remains
But he realizes she needs too much of him for the heat to be maintained
He willingly contracted a fever for shots of her ether
He offered stability and comfort, but she could accept neither
They both felt it get weaker and they tried to find fuel
But nothing lasts forever; that is nature's rule
Try as they might to defy it, they are defined by finite law
Her light quietly faded and time was the cause
He paused for a moment and exhaled his grief
Fire waits in his dream for when he falls asleep
Fire screams out his name, but wind's reply is a hum
He quietly holds on to her revival in the shadow of the sun
So much to write, so few hours left in the night...
Excited to share some photos from the stuf I have been doing during Black history month. Much love.
:: Nappy Queen ::
Being a mother is unlike any blessing in the universe. I blog about that sometimes.
**Sir by Kenyatta**
**Perfect Man Designs**