Peel back your eyelids so you can see me better.
How to “Survive” in [insert name of capitalist nation]
Lesson 1: Lower the pitch of your suffering.
Lesson 2: Consequences are for poor people.
Lesson 3: Sing the anthem.
Tired of trying to coax the sun out of hiding in NYC. Headed to California for the long weekend where I will eat tons of tacos y burritos de pescado, visit some museums, spend the day in SF with my mama and the evenings at home eating bean pie + watching movies with my father and four brothers. No computer and no work. If it ain’t about that bean pie, Mexican food or sunshine, I don’t want to hear about it till Tuesday morning.
On a mission to photograph all the churches in Brooklyn. Three down. Hundreds more to go.
STRAIGHT FLEXIN’/Flexin’ My Complexion // Kameelah Janan Rasheed // www.kameelahr.com
STRAIGHT FLEXIN’/Flexin’ My Complexion (process notes) // Kameelah Janan Rasheed // www.kameelahr.com
Making so many printing mistakes tonight. I guess I’m rusty.
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A man is either free or he is not. There cannot be any apprenticeship for freedom. -Amiri Baraka
RIP LeRoi Jones
Etiquette for breaking a girl’s spirit: When you seek to break her, strike once. Strike hard. Strike with vague warning. Make sure all the broken pieces settle on a visible surface, preferably a hardwood floor or a mustard colored carpet. After breaking her, arrange the pieces in an intelligible manner; she may want to put herself back together on day. Don’t hide the pieces in your pocket. Don’t buff the sharp edges. Let her get cut, but don’t watch her bleed. Don’t clean up the blood or offer bandages. You must wait 29 days after her reassembly to strike again.
You were not on the map. I could not find you. I did not go looking.