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this blog is an edited self portrait, a highly selective autobiographical work, a deliberately biased and practically limited portrayal of reality. be careful.
test everything you see.
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what does it mean to love without compromise? what is it to reciprocate the compassion, & patience, & integrity shown to me? what is required of me, if i have shown myself to be gifted by the one who made us all?
larry d. rosalez-lewis | 25yrs out the womb

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the blog spiritualinspiration reblogged one of my doodles and added their usual airy commentary. i usually cringe a little when i see spiritualinspiration posts on my dash and now that seems to be the largest chunk of my tumblr notifications lately. i guess?
also, internets has been moving like molasses and the only thing i need to accomplish today is upload & send stuff. bleh.
last night I danced & sang in lipstick & a skirt. (context [if it matters]: performance at the african choir concert, dance is a traditional ghanaian dance called bamaaya). & tonight i have a performance but i don’t know what it’s for. 730 @ sante fe college in gville florida. may or may not cost money.
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are we guarding ourselves from the terrorists preaching in the pulpits? or the terrorists teaching in the schools? or the terrorists politicking in the cities?
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call us ugly to sell the same shit
call us pretty to sell the same shit
don’t know no better so we buy the same shit
same ole shit, same ole shit
same ole shit, same ole shit
yeah, i see you dove.
i see you enforcing those standards of beauty. reinforcing the idea that a woman’s worth is determined by how she looks (be that her own or someone else’s perception.)
why aren’t those crows feet beautiful? maybe she’s lived a long and worthwhile life.
why aren’t those dark, heavy eyes beautiful? maybe she ain’t been sleepin cuz she works hard to take care of her family.
why ain’t that fat face beautiful? maybe she’s fat.
why cant reality be beautiful?
why we gotta ignore it? why can’t we confront it? why can’t we embrace it?
i see you wicha soft music and emotional manipulation tryna sell shit. i see you, and i don’t buy that shit.
sad part is, i hold a camera and sell the same shit. i gotta rethink my own shit.
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someone messaged me and asked me why i posted this. also asked me to take it down. this is nitty-gritty, uncomfortable reality.
what is preserved when we sanitize, or cover up, or ignore history? how do we live now having been confronted with this kind of imagery? what is our response?
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Source: artsofpolitika
i wanna have a whole lotta sons.
mansions fulla sons
nations fulla sons.every one of em
a free son
every one of em
free
to know the Son.i’ll look back and say
i ain’t have to
lay with a single woman
to bring forth a single one.
— sons of my seed
by larry d. rosalez-lewis
Source: organicsomethings

you know what media, i see you and your politically charged “anti-gay” headline. i see where you wanna steer this. i peep what you tryna do and the emotions you’re tryna rev up, the agenda you wanna serve and the picture you wanna paint.
and even seeing through that, this is absolutely abhorrent. it is abominable.
how much mercy is there for a woman as such?
what judgement is there for someone who sits themselves in the seat of judgement?
what defense is there for a self-proclaimed defender of freedom and purveyor of righteousness?
“Biron’s lawyer, Jim Moir, asked the judge to consider his clients lack of criminal history and that she had attended all of her court appearances” — it don’t matter how “righteous” you were before, when that one doing righteousness turns and does unrighteousness they are accountable.
how you gonna notice this mess in another, and don’t notice the heaping mess in your own life? how you gonna try and clean up his/her smudge, and you got a trash dump in your house?
you hypocrite! clean up all the mess of your own, then you might can see better to help anyone else.
The dead babies. The exploited women. The racism. The numerous governmental failures. It is thoroughly newsworthy.
model: Abenaa A.
photographer: larry darnell
(please don’t remove credits)
this thing has been flying around facebook, so i figured i’d post it here myself before i saw it on my dash. collabo with my beautiful sister.
would you buy this print or buy prints like it?
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Outspoken and The Essence - “The Slave Master’s Whip“
New music from one of Zimbabwe’s leading hip-hop voices, Outspoken, whose half-sung half-rap style is very engaging. “The Slave Master’s Whip” talks about the rapper’s own personal attempts to escape intellectual and financial domination, and about the conditions of the “African dream.”
I’m from
a place of political outcomes
all determined by directions of bullets from one gun
Where a word holds power for people with sharp tongues.
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