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    Black Brotherhood.
Black Community.
Black Friendship.
Black Solidarity.
The best wedding I have been to in my short, yet eventful, life.
Honoured.
Congratulations Edward & Sabina Knight.

    Black Brotherhood.

    Black Community.

    Black Friendship.

    Black Solidarity.

    The best wedding I have been to in my short, yet eventful, life.

    Honoured.

    Congratulations Edward & Sabina Knight.

    — 3 days ago with 2 notes

    #black men  #brotherhood  #family  #black community 
    SLUMP

#black #man

    SLUMP

    #black #man

    — 1 week ago

    #black  #man 
    "Freedom is not worth having if it does not include the freedom to make mistakes."
    Mahatma Gandhi
    — 1 month ago with 3 notes

    #quotes on tumblr  #quotes  #mahatma gandhi 
    In a Constant State of Undress.

    In a Constant State of Undress.

    Photo on 31-05-2014 at 03.16 #4

    I wake up naked

    Wearing only him scent

    Him put him clouds in my coffee.

    Black. No sugar.

    Him is plenty sweet for me.

    But. I am not a caffeine drinker

    Him put doubt in my daydream

    But I am not an overthinker

    I just think things over

    And over. And over

    Like. How I did speak too freely

    About how trapped I have been.

    Like how I just stepped over the last snare

    This Babylon set for me.

    That…

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    — 1 month ago with 20 notes

    #Creative Writing  #Fiction  #Gay Voices  #Identity  #Literature  #New Writing  #Poetry  #Same Sex Relationships  #Unregulated Verse  #Writing  #rejectscorner 
    Let Us Live, Let Us Love →
    — 1 month ago

    #Gay Civil Rights  #Gay  #LGBTQ  #Equality and Diversity  #Black Voices  #Same Sex Relationships  #Homophobia  #Homosexuality 
    Let us live. Let us love.

    Let us live. Let us love.

    gaycivilrights

    I do not understand the motivation behind homophobia but I do understand that this ‘fear’ is a by-product of teachers, preachers and parents abusing their positions of power and influence to perpetuate the abuse of innocent civilians. I also understand (and despise) that our children’s innocence is regularly being replaced with our constant cruelty and our, synonymously, inspired and insipid…

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    — 1 month ago with 1 note

    #Gay  #Gay Civil Rights  #Gay Voices  #Homophobia  #lgbt  #LGBTQ  #Queerness  #Reflection  #Writing 
    This building looks like me on so many levels. It’s stuck. It cannot free itself. It’s battered. It’s derelict but it is a home to some great things. It survived.  It’s been torn apart by time but it is fucking timeless.

    This building looks like me on so many levels. It’s stuck. It cannot free itself. It’s battered. It’s derelict but it is a home to some great things. It survived. It’s been torn apart by time but it is fucking timeless.

    — 1 month ago

    # Homesick

I am coming home tomorrow. I miss my space. I miss my things. I miss the outrage. I miss Jamaican food and British television. I miss my mum’s voice and my niece’s magic.  I miss my mum’s hair. I miss my brother’s untidiness. I miss the fridge. I miss the magnets that cling to the fridge the way I cling to my mum. I miss my front door and my back garden. I miss rainy days in my bedroom and sunshine in Burgess. I miss London and I am ready to come home but I know the moment the Boeing bounces onto the tarmac, I will miss this sleepy little fishing village in Portugal that has awoken something incredible inside of me. Thank you Parchal. I love you.

    # Homesick

    I am coming home tomorrow. I miss my space. I miss my things. I miss the outrage. I miss Jamaican food and British television. I miss my mum’s voice and my niece’s magic. I miss my mum’s hair. I miss my brother’s untidiness. I miss the fridge. I miss the magnets that cling to the fridge the way I cling to my mum. I miss my front door and my back garden. I miss rainy days in my bedroom and sunshine in Burgess. I miss London and I am ready to come home but I know the moment the Boeing bounces onto the tarmac, I will miss this sleepy little fishing village in Portugal that has awoken something incredible inside of me. Thank you Parchal. I love you.

    — 1 month ago with 1 note