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Wisdom by Van Gogh, hand-lettered by Lisa Congdon – who has a knack for this sort of thing.
The erasure of Quvenzhané’s name is an attempt, consciously or unconsciously, to step around and contain her blackness. Yes, sometimes black people have names that are difficult to pronounce. There aren’t many people of European descent named Shaniqua or Jamal. Names are as big a cultural marker as brown skin and kinky hair, and there has long been routine backlash against both of those things (see: perms, skin bleaching creams, etc.). This insistence on not using Quvenzhané’s name is an extension of that “why aren’t you white?” backlash.
Calling Quvenzhané “Little Q” is a lazy way to keep from having to deal with the discomfort that race causes. It is easier to be colorblind, to simply turn a blind eye to the differences that have torn this nation apart for centuries than it is to wade through those choppy waters. And Quvenzhané’s very existence is enough to make the societal majority uncomfortable. She is talented, successful, beautiful, happy, loved, and adored–all things that many people don’t figure that little black girls with “black” names could, or should, be. Their answer? Let’s make her more palatable. If she insists on not fitting the mold of the ghetto hoodrat associated with women with “urban” names, let’s take her own urban name away from her.
“Her Name Is NOT Little Q, Motherfuckers.”
at least that’s what i would have called it if i could have. this is from my latest at Uptown Magazine, “The Oscars, Quvenzhane and the C-Word.” check it out!
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The need
I yearn, I desire, I want.
A lot of times this need.
This yearning
I was not allowed to have
To indulge
To think about
It was taken away from me.
Me the woman
Me the friend
Me the daughter
Me the lover
me
I yearn.
I desire
I want.
I love
Is it right?
right or wrong?
neither
remove all value
all thoughts are equal
It is
lovely,
beautiful
terrible.
It hurts
It is crazy
weird.
It me.
I yearn, I desire, I want.
I need
Like my tongue needs water
Like my heart needs song
And my eyes need beauty
I need.
I yearn,
I love,
I want you!
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Silently
You sit silently, never saying anything
I love it.
I crave the silence where I am queen.
The silence whispers my name.
It excites me
Your big brown eyes take me in.
Watching
Prowling
Loving
You sit silently.
it scares me
I wonder what is behind the eyes
I cringe at thoughts of hurt
Thoughts of anger
Thoughts of violence
Silently you ride
Silently you pump
I wonder
Who you are riding
Who you are pumping
Why the violence
You scare me
The hurt
The anger
You give it me
Spilling it all on me.
It stings,
It hurts
It burns!
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“They Don’t Make Them Like They Used To” ~ Mary Sibande
Mary Sibande is a South African artist based in Johannesburg. Her recent series ‘Long live the dead queen’ was featured within the city on the side of buildings and other structures as large, photographic murals. The series, like Sibande’s practice as an artist, ‘attempts to critique stereotypical depictions of women, particularly black women in our society.’
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(Source: africlecticmagazine)
Sibande is the first in four generations of her family not to be a domestic worker. It was a fourth year varsity project which saw the birth of Sophie. She says she wanted to create a maid who had “stuff - things like her madam did.”
Sibande, a 28 year old artist who grew up in Barberton, Mpumalanga, and graduated in Fine Arts from the University of Johannesburg, has ‘arrived’ in town in every possible meaning of the word. Her life-size sculptures and photographic prints are right now in the process of being bought by the South African National Gallery and an American museum. She was also invited to enter her work in a competition for the United Nation’s headquarters in Bonn, Germany, and three of her print editions (10 to an edition) are already sold out.
In the 18 short months from her first solo show at Gallery Momo in Rosebank, Joburg, Sibande’s art is already fetching double its original price and is predicted to soar even further with the increasing international acclaim - she has been featured in the New York Times, and when we meet, has just touched down from her fourth art residency in Sylt, Germany. The other three have been in Paris, New York and Basel, Switzerland.
Read More http://www.thearch.co.za/articles/26/artist/all-maid-up#.T-x8pCtYtOk
(Source: africlecticmagazine)
I love —-> izzosibiya:
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Muhle! You are a mason… my mason #trueStory
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