Better In Tune With The Infinite

It’s frustratin’ when you just can’t express yourself/
And it’s hard to trust enough to undress yourself/
To stand exposed and naked, in a world full of hatred/
Where the sick thoughts of mankind control all the sacred/
I pause, take a step back, record all the setbacks/
Fast forward towards the stars in the jetpack/
My feet might fail me, my heart might ail me/
The synagogues of Satan might accuse or jail me/
Strip, crown, nail me, brimstone hail me/
They might defeat the flesh but they could never ever kill me/
They might can feel the music but could never ever feel me/
To the lawyers, to the sheriffs, to the judges/
To the debt holders and the law makers/
Fuck you, sue me, bill me/
That name on that birth certificate, that ain’t the real me/
The lies can’t conceal me/
The sun rise and the moon tides and the sky’s gon’ reveal me/
My brain pours water out my tear ducts to heal me/
My Lord’s too beneficent/
The message grab a hold to every ear it get whispered in/
The waters in the bayous of New Orleans still glistenin’/
The universe is listenin’, be careful what you say in it/
My grandma told me every bed a nigga make, he lay in it/
The church you go to pray in it, the work is on the outside/
Staring out the windows is for love songs and house flies…..

Right here

The next girl I call my girl imma make her my wife/
Shittttt I’ll prolly be single for my life/
I say fuck it 2 tears in a bucket, that’s the gamble you take when you make something from nothing/
That’s why I whisper sweet nothings in her ear/
Tell her I care, that I’ll always be there/
And I tell her all this when I’m not there/ but look around I’m right here/
I’m one phone call away, I’m right here/
I’m one text message away I’m right here/
And I tell em all this when I’m not there

eternallybeautifullyblack:

Mother to Sonby Langston Hughes
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor— Bare. But all the time  I’se been a-climbin’ on, And reachin’ landin’s, And turnin’ corners, And sometimes goin’ in the dark Where there ain’t been no light. So, boy, don’t you turn back. Don’t you set down on the steps. ‘Cause you finds it’s kinder hard. Don’t you fall now— For I’se still goin’, honey, I’se still climbin’, And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. 
Image via EVERY THANG BLACK.

eternallybeautifullyblack:

Mother to Son
by Langston Hughes

Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time 
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So, boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps.
‘Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now—
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. 

Image via EVERY THANG BLACK.

(via blackourstory)

libutron:

Sapria poilanei - a rare parasitic plant

As the other species in Rafflesiaceae Family, Sapria poilanei (Malpighiales - Rafflesiaceae) is a parasitic flowering plant, that lacks of chlorophyll and rely upon their host plant for both water and nutrients, emerging from the host only as ephemeral flowers during sexual reproduction.

These plants lack vegetative parts and grow as strands of cells embedded within the stem and root tissues of their host. The aerial portions of the plant consist only of solitary red flowers with 10 lobes.

Sapria poilanei is only found in a small area of Cambodia rainforests.

Reference: [1] - [2]

Photo credit: ©Jeremy Holden

Locality: Cardamom Mountains, Cambodia

(via fertile-mind-seeks-water)

mydamnblogposts:

peaceshine3:

Did you know that George Washington Carver, the master scientist, was physically castrated at a very young age
by his White plantation owners?

Back male slaves that were assigned to work in their master’s house were often castrated. 

Although it was the white slave owner that were raping their black slaves (males, females and children ) they —with an absurd degree of hypocrisy —believed that black males were sexual deviant that could not control their sexual urges.
The slave owners therefor believe that such castration of innocent Black boys was necessary to protect their daughters and wife from their slaves. 

The fact that Carver was castrated at an early age explains why his voice tone was so high. Carver voice tone was so high because his male hormones were never able to kick in. Male hormones (depending on the person) usually kick in between the ages of 9-16 years old. 

That is a wide range of years. After the male hormones kick in, it causes your voice to naturally become deeper with more of a base tone.

A person castrated before puberty almost never displays any secondary sexual characteristics.

This is also the reason why George Washington Carver never had any children. 
I am sure that the physical castration may also be the reason why Carver never married. 

Physical castration means that you cannot have sexual relations with anyone. There is not even an urge or desire to have sexual relationships after castration. 

Black people we have been given a revamped “whitewashed” version of history. A version that make whites appear less historically inhumane by hiding the true brutality of how they have treated we blacks throughout history. 

Black people conduct your own research and learn our true history.

I never knew this. White people are scum. Like why in the hell do they even exist seriously? They’re the primary reason the world is so fucked up. There’s no disputing that. It’s fact.

(via thehungrywoman)