just be.

"I am one intense adjective at a time, I don't resist those feelings. I rest in ...those moments." -Jill Scott

Thursday, August 12, 2010


keep it funky. lets emerge.
(Soul Anagram by Tabitha Brown, creater of The Pairabirds)

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

don't interrupt.

love is pure and innocent. we allow our insecurities and selfishness to ruin it with overwhelming definitions and standards we can't meet. let love stand. let your spirit guide. don't allow this space to become cluttered and hectic like the physical world we cater to. the energy will tell you. love freely.

and this will come to.

warm flesh energized with passion
capturing youthful glances
embracing what the body was considering
feeling too natural, too easy
knowing the mind is the key to endurance
not speaking, just moving around each other
resistance becoming weak
he thrust his stiffness closer to her femininity
silently asking to penetrate
desire filled breaths
she agreed
he dominated
she eagerly submitted
this complete moment told her their oneness had arrived
they were I
the consideration he took into her
she told him why he was man
he showed her why she was mother
they gave each other in sacrifice
they were home

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

a magazine created with you in mind.

Read "Lost in the Stacks: Zora Neale Hurston, Toni Morrison, and Zadie Smith"

Clutch magazine is simply amazing. Everything a sophisticated Black lady would want to see is here! Articles with depth, juicy gossip, and fashion forward blend together marvelously here.

Take a peak:

Clutch Magazine: fashion.beauty.life.culture

Oshun to the Rescue!

a reminder to black women.

Venus who?
No call me Oshun.

Show you what?
How dynamic I am?
How genius I am?

Why?
So you can betray me?
Disregard and praise me all in the same blink
as you did Sarah Baartman.

Or rather put me up for show on your magazines
and claim it as your art, creating my demise.

No, I'd rather not.
You'll have to excuse me

I got a flock of Oshuns
I must see to.
See the forgot to include me in your fairytales.
My darlings Cinderella does not love you!

I am divine.
I disregard your foolish definitions of what you don't understand.
I am mother of ALL.

The reason you dance.

Black women you are Black gold.

This world may forget you but when you retreat with me you shall see why I weep for you and what you call life.
Now I offer you harmony.

Be me.

"i never knew a love, love quite like this.."


Once I insisted on punishing my mind for acts I knew to be wrong forgetting I serve a forgiving God, a healing God. I always claimed self love but allowed bad judgements to torture me. I discovered real self love. Giving me the untainted spirit a child has before they realize they are a she or a he, before they realize if they need big tits or a big dick. Like before the chocalote girl was told she was pretty for a chocalote girl, before the world offered its sweet poison. love thyself. self preservation is beyond survival but living with harmony and being fruitful. love. live. karma is love.



love yourself down to your dirty draws. haha
("You Are Here"by The Pairabirds, Tabitha Brown)