face-down-asgard-up

theskeetman:

frankiemarx420:

Kelston Boys’ High School perform a massive haka in honour of the new Maori carving on campus

THIS IS FUCKING SICK

esleex

exgynocraticgrrl:

Suheir Hammad: Not Your Erotic, Not Your Exotic

Don’t wanna’ be your exotic/Like some dark, fragile, colorful bird imprisoned, caged in a land foreign to the stretch of her wings/Don’t wanna’ be your exotic. Women everywhere look just like me/Some taller, darker, nice than me but like me just the same/Women everywhere carry my nose on their faces/My name on their spirits.

Don’t seduce yourself with my other-ness/My hair wasn’t put on top my head to entice you into some mysterious, black voodoo/The beat of my lashes against each other ain’t some dark, desert beat/It’s just a blink/Get over it.

Don’t build around me your fetish, fantasy, your lustful profanity to cage me in, clip my wings. Don’t wanna’ be your exotic. Your lovin’ of my beauty ain’t more than funky fornication, plain pink perversion. In fact, nasty necrophilia.

Because my beauty is dead to you/I am dead to you.

Not your harem girl, geisha doll, banana picker, pom-pom girl, pum-pum shorts coffee maker, town-whore, belly dancer, private dancer, La Malinche, Venus Hottentot, laundry girl, your immaculate vessel, emasculating princess/Don’t wanna’ be - not your erotic, not your exotic.


Suheir Hammad is a Palestinian-American poet, author and political activist who was born on October 1973 in Amman, Jordan to Palestinian refugee parents and immigrated with her family to Brooklyn, New York City when she was five years old. Her parents later moved to Staten Island. (x)

beyoncebeytwice
  • Me: *sits on the park bench next to Drake* Sup papi
  • Drake: Nothin much
  • Me: I can see that.
  • Drake: whats that supposed to mean?
  • Me: oh im just sayin thats its a lot of nothin with u lately
  • Drake: like?
  • Me: wheres views from the 6?
  • Drake: *starts sweatin* what?
  • Me: Your album papi. Where is it?
  • Drake: its uh..its in the works..
  • Me: I see. So.. you gotta release date or something gimme a little timeline?
  • Drake: You heard 0-100 right?
  • Me: Oh yeah I heard but I thought u just needed a rhyme or something because if u think im waiting till spring 2015 u got another thing comin playboy
  • Drake: u know what? I got somewhere to be *tries to stand up*
  • Me: *yanks him back down by the hem of his luxurious cashmere sweater* listen...dont.play.games.wit.me.
  • Me: Understand?
  • Drake: *nods*
  • Me: *lets go of his sweater* aight u can go.
  • Drake: *stands up*
  • Me: I like them timbs by the way
  • Drake: Huh?
  • Me: Collateral.
  • Drake: *sighs and kicks off his boots*
  • Me*picks them up* I'll be seein you champagne.
  • Drake: *under his breath* I cant stand this bitch
  • Me: What?
  • Drake: Nothin
  • Me: *trying on my new timbs* keep playin and imma come for that chain