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Waking up at 4a.m. with a heavy heart 

Depression doesn't fit me well

I plead to God to make this pill called life a little easier to swallow

The tears, the doubt, the fear, they pass

My angels, they cradle me back to sleep

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there are a million things to write about 

if you keep your poems short 

a million people to talk to 

if you keep the conversations short 

7 lines, baby girl, 7 minutes 

not everyone deserves your time 

not everything deserves your depth 

; Mary Uwadineke

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I comment fire emoji’s under your instagram photo

not because I really like your instagram photo

I just like you

you like the comment 

you don’t reply back 

This should not matter, but it does 

I am upset 

I am your friend

not your fan 

but it’s just insta 

it’s not real 

how can something so unreal make me feel so deeply?

; Mary Uwadineke

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6.14|5:08

I need a space, designed for black girls 

where we can be imperfect beings and write about it 

where we can be nerdy +passionate +chatty +poetic +holy +comfortable +quiet +lifted +awkward +black +woman +flawed 

simultaneously

where we can write about it

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Dismantling the Culture of Silence | Ijeoma Umebinyuo | TEDxCooperUnion

In this talk, I identify three Cs that create the Tradition of Silence: Culture, Code, and Cage. I explain that by breaking through all three Cs, we can dismantle the tradition of silence. I also give solutions to all Cs.

We went from writing on Tumblr to sharing our ideas. Thank you.

Ijeoma.

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III “Something like a sister”

But I never blamed you for your fear For wanting to remain separate 

To be less oppressed

I never blamed you for you silence Although you blamed me for my anger and distress

I mean you did what you could when you could

When You saw us hanging 

you loosened the noose We sank into the soil to bring harvest 

but you called it strange fruit We sprung flowers 

you praised our petals but refused to water our roots

you plucked our magic before it was due

you forgot to let us bloom

; Mary Uwadineke

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Start now. Start where you are. Start with fear. Start with pain. Start with doubt. Start with hands shaking. Start with voice trembling but start. Start and don’t stop. Start where you are, with what you have. Just…start.

Ijeoma Umebinyuo (via anamorphosis-and-isolate)