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humansofnewyork:

as-fine-as-dandelions:

PLEASE REBLOG, ESPECIALLY IN THE AREAS OF NEW YORK, PITTSBURGH, PHILADELPHIA, AND NEW JERSEY!!!!

One of our followers asked us to share this image with the rest of the HONY community.  Please do anything you can to help.

humansofnewyork:

as-fine-as-dandelions:

PLEASE REBLOG, ESPECIALLY IN THE AREAS OF NEW YORK, PITTSBURGH, PHILADELPHIA, AND NEW JERSEY!!!!

One of our followers asked us to share this image with the rest of the HONY community.  Please do anything you can to help.

(via mr-afrocentric)

staghunts:

“This one is very serious, guys:
I came upon these two on the sidewalk. They were having a conversation. “Excuse me,” I said, addressing the girl: “I’m sorry to interrupt, but is there anyway I can take your photo?”
“Why would you want my photo?” she asked.
“Because you look beautiful,” I said. And she did. She was Sudanese. There is a very distinct beauty among people from the Sudan, and she was filled up with it. Suddenly the man cut in: 
“I was just telling her she was beautiful,” he said. 
Naively, I assumed I had just walked up on one stranger giving a compliment to another. I wanted to capture the moment. “Let me take your photograph together,” I said. The man seemed reluctant, he started smiling nervously and inching away. But the girl called him back. 
“Come take a picture with me,” she said. Encouraged by her attention, he returned. She put her arm around him, and I took the photo.
As I examined the photos on my camera, the man started whispering to the girl. She answered him in a loud voice: “I told you! I’m not that kind of girl.” She seemed agitated now. Finally sensing that I had misread the situation, I stepped between them. The man began hurrying down the sidewalk.
When the man left, the girl’s demeanor changed completely. She seemed shaken. Her eyes were tearing up. “He just offered me five hundred dollars to go out with him,” she said. “And then when I said ‘no,’ he offered me one thousand. Why does this always happen to me?”
“It happens a lot?” I asked.
“All the time,” she said. “I’m sorry I’m getting emotional. I just can’t go out of my house without this kind of thing happening. I have a son. I’m a mother. I would never degrade myself like that. I just don’t understand why this keeps happening.”
“Do you mind if I tell this story?” I asked.
“Please,” she said. “Tell it.”
Let’s hope this man, and all men, realize the emotional damage they are inflicting on the women they try to buy. In the meantime, feel free to SHARE.*
Dear Tumblr, fuck you for trying to erase this. 

staghunts:

“This one is very serious, guys:

I came upon these two on the sidewalk. They were having a conversation. “Excuse me,” I said, addressing the girl: “I’m sorry to interrupt, but is there anyway I can take your photo?”

“Why would you want my photo?” she asked.

“Because you look beautiful,” I said. And she did. She was Sudanese. There is a very distinct beauty among people from the Sudan, and she was filled up with it. Suddenly the man cut in: 

“I was just telling her she was beautiful,” he said. 

Naively, I assumed I had just walked up on one stranger giving a compliment to another. I wanted to capture the moment. “Let me take your photograph together,” I said. The man seemed reluctant, he started smiling nervously and inching away. But the girl called him back. 

“Come take a picture with me,” she said. Encouraged by her attention, he returned. She put her arm around him, and I took the photo.

As I examined the photos on my camera, the man started whispering to the girl. She answered him in a loud voice: “I told you! I’m not that kind of girl.” She seemed agitated now. Finally sensing that I had misread the situation, I stepped between them. The man began hurrying down the sidewalk.

When the man left, the girl’s demeanor changed completely. She seemed shaken. Her eyes were tearing up. “He just offered me five hundred dollars to go out with him,” she said. “And then when I said ‘no,’ he offered me one thousand. Why does this always happen to me?”

“It happens a lot?” I asked.

“All the time,” she said. “I’m sorry I’m getting emotional. I just can’t go out of my house without this kind of thing happening. I have a son. I’m a mother. I would never degrade myself like that. I just don’t understand why this keeps happening.”

“Do you mind if I tell this story?” I asked.

“Please,” she said. “Tell it.”

Let’s hope this man, and all men, realize the emotional damage they are inflicting on the women they try to buy. In the meantime, feel free to SHARE.*

Dear Tumblr, fuck you for trying to erase this. 

(via pleaserefrigerateafteropening)

YES! It is… Against Black people! Am I the only one baffled at the fact that Black history has been crammed in the shortest month of the year? Not even a Full 31-day-month! February… 
Black History Month is just a reminder that what has been accomplished by American of African descents is not valuable enough to be celabrated all year long.
At least that’s the way I see it. The only history I’ve been taught is African West-African History. We did not even go through half the shit during 8 years of teaching! So a month? really? A month?

YES! It is… Against Black people! Am I the only one baffled at the fact that Black history has been crammed in the shortest month of the year? Not even a Full 31-day-month! February… 

Black History Month is just a reminder that what has been accomplished by American of African descents is not valuable enough to be celabrated all year long.

At least that’s the way I see it. The only history I’ve been taught is African West-African History. We did not even go through half the shit during 8 years of teaching! So a month? really? A month?

(Source: unamusedblackgirl, via novembernegro)

tifanmkreyol:

This girl went missing in my city. Those of you in the South Florida area, please keep an eye out for her or anything suspicious. If you aren’t in the area, please pass it on anyway. The media won’t do it, so it’s up to us.

tifanmkreyol:

This girl went missing in my city. Those of you in the South Florida area, please keep an eye out for her or anything suspicious. If you aren’t in the area, please pass it on anyway. The media won’t do it, so it’s up to us.

(via darkskinnedblackbeauty)

I envy her tears, her broken heart! 

She cries with no shame. She admits her love, her pain, her anger.

I envy the genuine despair in her eyes!

She hugs me. “Thank you for being my rock. I gave him all of me… All of me!”

I hug her tighter “I know. I know.”

But I don’t know.

I hug her tighter, because I wish I knew.

She tells me again how she gave herself with no restraints, and let her heart speak. She tells me she wishes she was more like me. How Joseph would never do something like that to me. She tells me she hoped one day to find a love like the one I had… I squeeze her hands, wipe her tears. Kiss her on the cheek. “You will Jess, you deserve it. You will!”                                                                                

I pray she never does. I pray she continues to live her life to the fullest. I pray she continues to get hurt. I pray she never ever have to pretend. I pray she never becomes so good at faking. I pray one day, I will be the one crying in her arms. I pray one day, I understand her pain. 

I hug her tighter, and tighter, and tighter. Because, deep down I know that this is as close as I will ever get to passion. 

FEMME MALINKE! 

FEMME MALINKE!