Study finds: “White kids are far more negative about racial interactions than Black kids are” (by AlloCanada)
This needs to be watched. Seriously. Stop acting like kids don’t see race. They DO. And in specific, white kids associate Black/Brown with bad. That is not something to ignore.
Woman...Who Loves Truth: Have you ever wondered why God gives so much?
We could exist on far less.
He could have left the world flat and gray; we wouldn’t have known the difference.
But He didn’t.
He splashed orange in the sunrise and cast the sky in blue.
Did He have to make the squirrel’s tail furry?
Was He obliged to make the birds sing?…
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I don’t think people understand my love for Lauryn Hill. If in my hand I held a gallon jug of water and you were in front of me on fire burning violently and Lauryn Hill was also in front of me in perfectly fine condition but mentioned to me that she was feeling a little parched, I would give her the entire jug to drink and watch you sizzle to your death with a feeling of commitment and accomplishment. It’s real.
Not really… Maybe…
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Singing the Sister Act 2: Back in the Habit version of “Oh Happy Day”, Jotta A. would’ve definitely given child Michael Jackson a run for his money… FOREAL!
Colorism
“This is a graphic that depicts the issue of colorism. Black people try to divide themselves among who is lighter than the other or darker than the other. However, we are all black people. Are roots all travel back to Africa: Black is Black is Black.”
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Cheetah run (by West Chester Dumonts)
Woman...Who Loves Truth: Starting the day with God
Father God, I praise you for creating us a brand new day with new experiences and new chances. Thank you for being you, and for the love you keep showing us. Your great love has nothing to do with our good works, it has everything to do with who you are. Father, bless me today…
You say I am brainwashed; I say I choose a life dedicated to Christ, daily. Because of His grace to give me free will. Because of His loving, humble and overwhelming sacrifice made on the cross, that I might experience what it truly means to be saved. Because He gave His life, that I might know what it means to truly live. Because He was stripped bare, that I might know what it means to clothed in His righteousness. Because He bore every stripe, every pain and every lashing, that I might know what it means to be healed. But mostly; because He bled until water was released from His body; as a result of a myocardial rupture - His heart was broken, that I might know what it means to have my broken heart made whole.
