― Ayi Kwei Armah,
― Ayi Kwei Armah,
The image is by @ashelystraker of a black queen with a crown made of energy silently crying on the inside.
No one wants to hear
a black woman cry
they don’t want to hear the utter truth of reality
of how this society
is not synced within the transmittal waves of the sun
or how the natural patterns of the universe
adjusts to the sounds of our creative souls
that which was is
It is no more
being intermixed within a false reality
this global anti black anthem creates sickness
at us black man
while we, are in and incumbent slumber of perpetual nightmares
as some of you walk past within your lower vibration
we still love…we still love…we still love
Remember our dreams are mere touch points of learning
they do not define our souls
learning the secrets of
this unjust timing
as our cries go into the darkness of undefined love, misogynistic temptations of children not yet arisen
our tightly knit cries
what keeps the world in a midst of silent mercy
Can you feel the change of frequency
Where love resides?
let’s be silent…….
to recreate our reality again
it will happen only thru black women
No one wants to hear black women cry
the Universe and the sun..
The elements are our angels, spirit souls connected to our vibrations
So a nation can rise no higher than where have chosen to stand….
Sistas we have work todo within in our own skin.
Let’s lift our vibrations within circles
cut the tv off, stop posting, let our love vibrate faster the sound.
despite the daily pains we take to keep this world in tact
truthful cries covered in false reality
in authentic lies and systems
that keep creativity from breathing…..
No one wants to hear black women cry
the Universe and the sun..
Time is my lover
It is my friend
It speeds the necessity of flow
Within the veins of all that will be..
all that is known
we once were romantic lovers
we both figured out very early
Sentimentality isn’t the strongest of bonds for us to be in
it’s not real enough for us
we both became disappointed quite easily
So we decided to yield to our natural waves
within vibrational love
In knowing that time only tells with this one life.
Times intention for me is always in lifting me up
To be greater than what I can see within the moment
it’s within that moment I’m able to lay seeds
for the future tense and only time allows me to see
for me..I respect the laws of it’s frequency
It’s the angel of stillness upon a frosted corner in the middle of a lonely night when only the sounds of nature and the spirit world are active.
it allows me to be courageous
It’s my navigation system within a jungle of oppressive systems
it allows me to be resilient
It’s the brilliant sunbeams that feed my melanin energy at the calm of every story that my ancestors have transmitted unto my DNA
it allows me to create
I allow it to love me
Is my lover
It’s my friend
It’s my twin soul experience of what was before and everything that comes after it
it’ will be my forever meantime
Time is my everything…
Tonight I am writing out my year long intentions that I will focus on throughout the year. These are areas within my life that I’m passionate about and would like to see grow:
Wish me the best or you can join me!
Inspired by adrienne maree brown author of “emergent strategy” and “octavia’s brood”
image credit by artxman “opulence”
As I walk into the room
A room that looks vibrant, open, and collaborative
yet with no human life inside
I see smiles. Yet the movements are not real to my thinking
my sensitivities are at an all time high
this space is not made for creative minds..creative thinking
the dictation admits
Only certain types of minds
to be able to function within this space
while chaos is quietly contained
so sophisticated play is not admitted
my universal mind
is a walking target
my critical view
“I don’t want her working on any projects”
so I’m unseen
and murdered everyday walking in that building
no true love for humankind because original thinkers are looked at as nonhuman
no respect of a new nomenclature of learning
that breaths coldness with the space
Whether it’s real or fake
it’s thoroughly made known that only certain people can partake within this turning over of ole bones of a system
Only those who are deemed competent can exist or be semi valued
While the axis of compassion, love, vibrational soul
have no way to live within it
There’s no windows to living life..no plants, no music, no dance, no living rituals that breath fresh air into the atmosphere
Super Egos rule this “game of org” types species
no dreams are allowed
Your passions are for our control and take
only disrespect of life
gives you the right credentials to paper create
The system within system within system is built for those who only see numbers, the roi, the do-what’s told type of thinking…
innovation…that’s a play around word for old homspaien culture
Being revolutionary …creating authenticity within an inauthentic environment
an inauthentic system
means you can get killed, maimed, disgraced and murdered amongst the species of the old system
While going against the grain speaking truth
refusing integration upon deaths door
risk-taking is not valued unless you embrace the colonized mind of dominance
so a white boy can write out a CV of mistakes while embracing congratulations and people like me get a write up, a warning, or no projects.
This is a strange strange place of many strange fruits
rudeness for the sake of research
masked within technological pedagogy
A sad sad sad place without a care for redemption
a collaborative space of killing creative minds with no forgiveness
Image credit by @hypeisdead
Today was a day of tremendous information overload and processing. My attempt to move past this information overload is that I’m choosing to experience more than just taking information from the center to my peripheral view. Hell I live! I go out explore, interact, take chances, risks, give back thru service, travel, and I’m semi ok with the failing concept. See many within a dominant culture theory don’t understand the context of the word failure within the African american perspective. There’s a severe cognitive dissonance of expectation and learning when looking from this extreme lens. I, being a feminine spirit, that’s creative, and a black queen.. thrive in a world where everything is set up for me to fail (emergence theory). So when we talk about experimentation..hell I do that every single day I get up and come to work in an environment that’s not shaped within my cultural perspective of being a human being. Who I am, what I’m shaped from, and my intentions are all purposeful. Yet within the system, failure within work culture = I don’t get projects. So I have to be exceptional even if the powers of be don’t value what I bring. To be who I am and do what I do I have to be beyond exceptional on every accord.
So back to information overload…I experience life as a self care technique due to me being nerd chic within technology, an avid learning coupled with the creative gift of deep empathy. I can take on a lot from others if I’m not mindful of my intentions for the day. I can get easily distracted from the energy people bring to an experience. So I am very thoughtful (picky) about who I choose to engage in conversation. Call it how you choose. I live life as truthful as I possibly can so I’m being honest about avoidance. lol It’s real! It’s even noted as a contingency tactic when developing projects within Project Management Institute (PMI).
With that said, I create many beautiful things with people I don’t like. Crazy right..or is it? My main goal in life is always love and understanding. LOVE=LEARNING. LEARNING=LOVE. Learning can happen at anytime, anyplace, and with anyone. You never know what the universe may send as a messenger. So I grow through the lessons I receive through this journey.
Currently I’m working through a reflective process with my design partner, Emily. We’re attempting to wrap our minds around the first iteration of a immersive learning design experiment we just finished up in December. We also have two other teammates we see once a week Tina and Glenn. I love them as family. We’re an eclectic bunch I tell yah!!
So to wrap up my thoughts..my day went like this:
Then finally the best…attending a event at the Kellogg center for a Entrepreneurship and Innovation Minor.
Critique of the day:
Still processing some stuff..oh well. Just finishing sending emails and scheduling meetings. My OCD bestie Octavia talks about my inbox every time she looks at my phone. Lawwdddd.. oh well I’m about to watch the New Edition mini series on BET to relax!!
Until next time.
P.S I LOVE my life. (smile) Still tired as hell though lol
I decided many moons ago within my soul to now only study and pursue African theory, literature, philosophy, and theology. From 15+ years of colonial education, indoctrination, and self deprivation, this feels right to my soul. Yet I won’t follow it under a prescribed curriculum. The curriculum of my learning hasn’t been created yet and if I choose one it will be something that will evoke change in our current systems.
While thinking loudly, I believe my sensibility and pedagogy on how I learn directly evolved from the theory and practice of engagement, questioning, unorthodox approaches, creativity, spirituality of choice outside theology yet within the history of its existence, and of intense immersion of love. Why wouldn’t I want to create something that has more fire than the sun? In the essence of what I share, I am who I am due to having the most loving mother that was ever created. Anyone who has been in her presence will say she is the most giving and nurturing person in the world. So in summary, she taught me love. As with many black people on the earth especially in america you mother is like your best friend in a particular way.
who I am right now, is a portrait within time, framed from a small black congregation of southern thought leaders who migrated up North due to job shifts to Muskegon, a small industrial town near the vibrant shores of lake Michigan. The water taught me fortitude persistence, quietness, and with direct intentions of every wave and thinking that comes out of me. I’m more than Greek mythology, English prose, Capitalism, imperialism etc.., and I am not ever losing sigt of love. My world hasn’t been without strife yet I persist within the bleeding lines of innovation, exuberant wisdom, and continuous insights.
I am the future and beyond.
I am learning in its authentic state.
I am more than the eye can see
I give of myself daily to high wave lengths of existence
I follow my passion and desires with intentionality.
I am strategic in every breath that I take
I am more than my breath can fill within the atmosphere of impurities
I create new universes within the realm of the living
I am a mother of new thinking
I am a facilitator of creative systems
I am love.
In its purest essence
and so forth love what it is….is my life journey and lesson.
This world is a matrix of paradoxes
Its old. it only seeks to recreate itself.
It is time, my people to love.
welcome to my narrative art.