a journey of transformation
Date 6: Second Line Sunday, Treme Sidewalk Steppers–Feb 18, 2018 I lament how few Sundays I make it out to see the second-lines during the spring. Every social aid and pleasure club has a week where they take a route in the city to second-line. It is an event not to miss as folks come…
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This young girl is over here singing about: Loving her natural hair: it’s NOT dry/hard, it’s her crown as a queen Being sick of racism Pride in her Blackness: referring to herself explicitly as Black (preta) rather than one of the endless other terms that refer to color (mulata, moreninha) but try to maintain distance…
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**Tinha sete anos apenas, [I was only seven years old] apenas sete anos, [only seven years old] Que sete anos! [what seven years?!] Não chegava nem a cinco! [I wasn’t even five!] De repente umas vozes na rua [when suddenly some voices in the street] me gritaram Negra! [shouted, “black girl!”] Negra! Negra! Negra! Negra!…
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Life has become complicated lately. A frustrating congregation of stressful events and one infuriatingly stagnant process. But today was a good day. A GREAT day. It started off with that gross feeling of not getting enough peaceful sleep–that achey, sore-eyed feeling that not even 2 cups of coffee can fix. It progressed into being somewhat…
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like black butterflies 