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who am i?

ek's net 'n swart kind (i'm just a black child), a black venus, a see-line woman, a strange fruit, an angry black woman, a Mkabayi, a hot venus tot, a conjurer woman.

writes: stories, poems, herstories, mysteries, thoughts, feelings, conjurations...

rights:/rʌɪts/ (n) 1. that which is morally correct, just, or honourable.
2. a moral or legal entitlement to have or do something.
(v) 1. restore to a normal or upright position.
2. restore to a normal or correct state.

rites:/rʌɪts/ (n) 1. a religious or other solemn ceremony or act.
2. a body of customary observances characteristic of a Church or a part of it.
3. a social custom, practice, or conventional act.

riots:ˈrʌɪəts/ (n) 1. a violent disturbance of the peace by a crowd
2. an impressively large or varied display of something.
3. (informal) a highly amusing or entertaining person or thing.
(v) 1. take part in a violent public disturbance.

ain’t i woman

ek's net 'n swart kind (i'm just a black child), a black venus, a see-line woman, a strange fruit, an angry black woman, a Mkabayi, a hot venus tot, a conjurer woman.

ain't i woman?

"That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain't I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head me! And ain't I a woman? I could work as much and eat as much as a man - when I could get it - and bear the lash as well! And ain't I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen them most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother's grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain't I a woman?"

~Sojourner Truth

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5 June 2015aintiwoman Leave a comment

She woke up one morning. Found he was gone. A note on the mirror, “Decided to fade to black.” Written in blood.

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