a thanksgiving prayer by Saul Williams

Do not bow your head. Do not close your eyes.


Let us look deeply within one another.


TODAY, I give thanks for the light that exists within each one of you.


TODAY, I acknowledge that your quest for light beyond shadow, your desire to defeat your own cynicism, your work at believing the impossible possible, your faith in change and the ability of humankind to transcend past transgressions and overcome the shortsightedness of ignorance and fear, and our collective effort at stretching the boundaries of reality, has enabled us to achieve the dream that is TODAY.


TODAY, I acknowledge that even my own success is a simple spoke in the wheel of our collective success, and that our collective success is in response to all of the individual effort that we have put forward in our individual lives, in private moments, in private struggles against our lesser selves.


Some of us worked on being more honest.

Some of us worked on being more kind.

Some of us worked on not hiding our emotions.

Some of us worked on becoming less angry.

Some of us worked on becoming better listeners.

Some of us worked on facing our fears.

Some of us worked on remembering to say thank you.

Some of us worked on trusting our loved ones.

Some of us worked on having more faith.

Some of us worked on detoxifying our environment.

Some of us worked on detoxifying our minds.

Some of us worked on monitoring our diets.

Some of us worked on strengthening our discipline.

Some of us worked on broadening our skills.

Some of us worked on learning new languages.

Some of us worked on becoming better parents.

Some of us worked on becoming better friends.

Some of us worked on remembering our dreams.

Some of us worked on forgiving the past.

Some of us worked on strengthening our bodies.

Some of us worked on sharing and giving back.

Some of us worked on taking on greater responsibility.

Some of us worked on our art.


As a result of all of the work that has been done quietly in our individual lives, we have collectively contributed to the blossoming understanding and simplest expression of what God is. God is our good, and even the good we do for our self counts. Each fully blossomed flower on the hillside of our destiny adds to the broadened spectrum of our being. And together, we create more than beauty, more than fate; we evolve the depth and scope of the All-Seeing.


We may never see it reported through the media, but there is more good happening in this world than evil. There are more children smiling in this moment than any single one of us could fathom… and someone just fell in love, and someone just helped a stranger, and someone just scored a goal, and someone got their hearing back, and someone’s joking with their co-worker, and someone’s sitting in the kitchen, while the rest of the household sleeps, writing a poem.


Today, I give thanks for all of the good that has gone unrewarded, for every kind word, action, or deed. Today, I gave thanks for the God that is within each and every one of you, that is us, when we claim who we are.


-Saul Williams

CoCo Rosie - Animals

so she deffinetly has the coolest singing voice EVERRR!!!

gawdd

shish...

sometimes i feel like ive abandoned where im from.
zim town, sometimes i feel like ive never truly know where i was born what makes me part of who i am

this great continent
this amazing country


it's crazy, how you turn on the news and dont hear anything about what's going on there.You know what their doing in United Kingdom, Tokyo, and Sri Lanka...
but Africa?
nothing...

& when you do see anything it's horiffic but at the same time you cant help but want to go back
live it, breath it,
while you watch them through the tv screen you feel their strength while their body's look weak & you cant help but to notice their hearts are filled with joy

i want to go back..it's my duty


i feel like it's my home,i feel like
the world is my home


so why am i so quick to shout
EAST POINT!
and now ZIMBABWE!




because im ashamed, im ashamed of wanting to tell others about it but truly not knowing myself,
im ashamed of not being able to tell them the stereotypes are not true with no doubt in my mind

i need to know where ive been, i need to know who i am...

i shall return, one day

flapfrickinjacks!!

paste magazine headquarters is located in decatur georgia!

can you say..


internship!

i aint mad at cha

take the egg VERUCA!

today

as i heard the ever so popular song paper planes being sung while walkin on the p.e. track i thought back to the first time i was exposed to this artists' music.four years ago galang was playinig on mtv and i immediatly had to know who this woman was. her youthful style and powerful words made her an instant favorite.
me and my buddy discussed our first time hearding m.i.a. as we skipped around the track
then we started singing sunshowers

& now i posted the video

badaBING!

soooo

everyone talking about barack like he's some kinda savior.i mean i was at ebenezer baptist church on election day and people were chanting his name like he was dr. martin luther king jr himself! jeez

he's deffinetly not the next martin luther but that's the beauty in it


i held in my tears as he recited his speech by poking fun at the fact that my mother kept turned her head away while saying "im not crying...", but as i laughed an overwelming feeling came over me. i wasnt sure what it was at the time or how to describe it.
i just sat there
sat there and watched this stunning man who looks like me, thought like you ,and feels like us share the news that he will become the next president of the united sates of america!

whatttttt???
that by far is nothing short of a miracle...
kinda

no, it's not!
it's progression...and sometimes when things seem to be the same for so long what should have been done a loooong time ago seems like a miracle.
the time has come
the time has come that we accept, understand and judge on the content of character
the time is long over due but now it is here

today i can honestly say that we have the power to become
"one nation!"
this one man manifests what america is:

kenyan father, caucasian mother, born in hawaii, lived in indonesia


people of all races, ethnicities, and backgrounds
with real struggles, real sucesses and real hearts
coming togeather for one common purpose

our president is real


-malaika

literature class project

yuppersss!

I will go to

Temple University!

this man

is a freaking mazing!



oh how i love a man in purple spandex

6th sence

one of my favorite common song/video of
alllll timee!!

-malockness monster

i know you want

some blueberry cheesecake!

2nd realization

your a jerk
i let people take advantage of me
i dont care about much
i dont care about money
im not very materialistic
i'll cry over food
i must be independent
you cant rely on anyone
it's good when people leave you hanging
then you can learn to stand alone
being uncomfortable is good
i already knew that
i want more
i want the world
i want the whole world
give it to me now

it will be an amazing adventure

-malaike?ilikeya!