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by karo | monday, 04/23/07 |
| "Listen baby, people do funny things. Specially us. The cards are stacked against us and just trying to stay in the game, stay alive and in the game, makes us do funny things. Things we can`t help. Things that make us hurt one another. We don`t even know why. But look here, don`t carry it inside and don`t give it to nobody else. Try to understand it, but if you can`t, just forget it and keep yourself strong, man."
Hör mal, Baby, Leute machen komische Sachen.
Unsereins vor allem. Ham schlechte Karten un der Versuch, im Spiel zu bleiben, bloß im Spiel un lebendig zu bleiben, treibt uns in komische Sachen. Sachen, für die wir nichts können. Sachen, wo einer dem andern weh tut. Wissen nicht mal warum. Aber schau, kehrs nich nach innen un steck keinen mit an. Versuchs zu verstehn aber wenns nich geht, vergiß es und halt dich stark, Mann." (Toni Morrison)
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by karo | monday, 04/23/07 |
| The warriors reminder (Erykah Badu)
i am awake
my mind is free
i am creative
i love myself
my willpower is strong
i am brave
i practice patience
i don't judge folks
i give, not to receive
i don't expect
i accept
i listen more than i talk
i know i will change
i know you'll change
i'll hold on one more day
i start over when necessary
i create my own situations
i am cosmic
i do not have the answers
i desire to learn
i am the plan
i am strong
i am weak
i want to grow
i know i will
i take on responsibility
i hide myself from no one
i'm on my path
warriors walk alone
i don't let my focus change
taking out the demons in my range
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by karo | wednesday, 02/07/07 |
| Without Commercials
by Alice Walker
Listen,
stop tanning yourself
and talking about
fishbelly
white.
The color white
is not bad at all.
There are white mornings
that bring us days.
Or, if you must,
tan only because
it makes you happy
to be brown,
to be able to see
for a summer
the whole world’s
darker
face
reflected
in your own.
Stop unfolding
your eyes.
Your eyes are
beautiful.
Sometimes
seeing you in the street
the folds zany
and unexpected
I want to kiss
them
and usually
it is only
old
gorgeous
black people’s eyes
I want
to kiss.
Stop trimming
your nose.
When you
diminish
your nose
your songs
become little
tinny, muted
and snub.
Better you should
have a nose
impertinent
as a flower,
sensitive
as a root;
wise, elegant,
serious and deep.
A nose that
sniffs
the essence
of Earth. And knows
the message
of every
leaf.
Stop bleaching
your skin
and talking
about
so much black
is not beautiful.
The color black
is not bad
at all.
There are black nights
that rock
us
in dreams.
Or, if you must,
bleach only
because it pleases you
to be brown,
to be able to see
for as long
as you can bear it
the whole world’s
lighter face
reflected
in your own.
As for me,
I have learned
to worship
the sun
again.
To affirm
the adventures
of hair.
For we are all
splendid
descendents
of Wilderness,
Eden:
needing only
to see
each other
without
commercials
to believe.
Copied skillfully
as Adam.
Original
as Eve.
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