I ain’t giving no blue prints
no cheat codes
No scripts or character descriptions for them to fall into
I don’t usually have pictures of white people on my primary blog.
It’s not because there aren’t any pictures of white people that I like, those go onto http://TPReblogs.tumblr.com along with other posts that just don’t fit this blog.
It has to do with the fact that my blog can be, will be, and IS beautiful without any white folks on it. My blog is aesthetic af without having any white people in it.
This cuts against the grain because the idea of aesthetics is very often viewed through a eurocentric perspective. Well that ain’t the way I be looking.
Also the fact that my blog is supposed to be a safe place for POC, Black people in particular. My blog should be a get away for Black people. A place where they can see themselves represented in a way that makes them proud, a way that makes them think, a way that reminds my brothers and sisters that THEY ARE POWERFUL
I live in a country where, in order to survive, one has to deal with white people one way or another. I’m not saying that I can’t stand all white people. The thing is, in this country if someone wants to be financially successful we don’t have a choice but to deal with white folks one way or another. We don’t have that choice.
This blog is a place where we never have to worry about code switching. Where you see Brother Malcolm next to Lil Boosie, and we turning up for both. Where we see Beyonce, Lil Kim, Whitney Houston and Aretha. Turning up for all of them. This blog is a place based in Blackness.
One that I won’t ever let be colonized.
And through it, I learned a lot about myself. I hadn’t accepted it as depression because it was so much milder than what I had experienced during the time I was stuck in wyoming. I just took it as a state of sadness, but looking back I realize that it was depression.
Now I’ve been looking at why I’ve been feeling so much better this semester and also why I’ve been doing better in class!
Of course having someone to provide support is good (my woman) but I also wonder if it has to do with the fact that I wasn’t reading much fiction, and I’m not sure I watched a whole movie throughout most of last semester. I wasn’t watching TV shows either. I wonder if that element made it harder for me to be happy too.
Always exposed to the truth, and the truth is usually cold…