The Color of your Skin Doesn’t Matter! Your hair can be long, short, natural,weave, even a 1980’s mullet and Doc Martins with Crush Velvet (I don’t even know…child…) but wear it with confidence.
You have to feel that love and admiration, even from a hater. If you prefer the 1980’s but are a little afraid,maybe have a retro party with close friends who appreciate big bangs, hairspray and layers of sock. Maybe,you are not ready for the Patti Labelle hair hat, just as of yet.
They may be envious of you because YOU can pull it off, and you took that fashion risk.
3 women can wear the same dress, but if you don’t have that confidence, and beauty that embodies grace, you have wasted your time.
Take pride in yourself.
You are amazing, and adventurous. Those clothes, are an accessory for your unique swagger, and gorgeous face. These women are gorgeous, and all of different races an and different hair styles. You keep being confident, you with your bad ass!
All of these looks work, because the confidence is more important than the clothes.
You will stand in the light, and will have fashion mishaps too. Don’t worry,but again if you are confident you won’t give a damn.
If you are not ready to go out with your hair stacked up to Jesus, or don’t invest in Aqua net Hair Spray have an 1980’s theme party. Don’t let someone tell you to play fashion, safe. That is not for you, if you have confidence.
We discuss racism and our sole mission to unify the races.
However, to become familiar with our ancestors, it is mandatory to know why women with a strong voice, were not appreciated then, and are a constant thorn in an average man’s mind-frame.
We will retrieve a piece of our history that society did not deem of importance and would never have a rally to clear her name of wrong doing. Of course when Laura was murdered those pictures and whispered historians that haunted the families and the neighbors were the proof. However the families that ended her life, remain unmoved about the legend of Laura Nelson, that most remain hidden. Laura’s life was an uncomfortable truth, but history should never be ignored.
After shaking and crying watching 12 Years A Slave, and witnessing Lupita Nyong’o ,with her interpretation of the molested and domestically tortured slave, “Patsy” I researched other female slaves. Our society must learn the value of all women.
Now, we pay homage to the woman who became “Strange Fruit.”
Here is the truth about a woman who ended up on a lynching postcard, and lost her life unjustly just for being a well spoken woman, with a sense of pride.
Austin, Laura and their son L.D. Nelson were taken into custody after L.D. Nelson allegedly shot and killed George H. Loney, Okemah’s deputy sheriff, when Loney and a posse turned up at the Nelson’s home to investigate the theft of a cow belonging to a Mr. Claude Littrell. Laura’s husband pleaded guilty to the theft and was sent to the state prison at McAlester in the town of the same name for three years. Some accounts say in an effort to save her son, Laura said she had fired the fatal shot. Both she and L.D. were arrested and placed in jail at Okemah before their position their was compromised at the Old Schoolton Bridge by lynching.
Nkosi Johnson born in Danhauser, South Africa died fighting for acceptance during his impending death. Nkosi did not expect to live, he just wanted to be treated fairly. He could have be your nephew, your baby brother, even your son. Children born with AIDS didn’t transmit the virus by their lifestyle, or sexual contact. Even as babies, they are treated like diseased pariahs that are a sad remembrance of their parents transgressions. Nkoski is no longer in his physical form , but he loved and wanted to play, jump and go to school, like all children want to do,but he could not out of the stigma of AIDS. Nkosi was adopted and loved, and we can appreciate him today. I know we always change the television when Sarah Mclachlan sings, “Angel.” However, that world exist, you can’t live a sheltered selfish life, and not learn and love people who don’t have a chance to tell their story. Meet, this Angel! This sweet baby boy. Ever day remember you are breathing and you are thriving, leave a legacy, just like Nkosi.
“Professional athletes are no strangers to criticism. In the old days you could yell at the players at the game, but now we have the internet. Now we can insult them quietly and individually on Twitter. So to remind those who write unkind things that players actually see these horrible tweets – here’s an all new special NBA edition of #MeanTweets.”