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Angelina Weld Grimké (deceased)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
DOB: 27 February 1880
RIP: 10 June 1958
Ethnicity: African American, white
Nationality: American
Occupation: Journalist, writer, teacher, playwright, poet
Note: First African-American women to have a play publicly performed.
#Angelina Weld Grimké#Angelina Weld Grimke#lgbt history#black history#lgbt#female#lesbian#1880#rip#historical#poc#black#biracial#african american#journalist#teacher#playwright#poet#first#popular#popular post
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#leitura#Audre Lorde#Maya Angelou#bell hooks#Alice Walker#Angelina Weld Grimké#Gwendolyn Bennett#Gwendolyn Brooks#Jayne Cortez#Amina Baraka#Lucille Clifton#Nikki Giovanni#Pat Parker#June Jordan#Cheryl Clarke#Nikky Finney#Wanda Coleman#Harryette Mullen#Rita Dove#Sonia Sanchez#poesia
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Twin stars through my purpling pane, Two shriveling husk Of a yellowing moon on the wane— And the dusk.
Dusk by Angelina Weld Grimké
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Angelina Weld Grimké (February 27, 1880 – June 10, 1958) was an African-American journalist, teacher, playwright, and poet.
By ancestry, Grimké was three-quarters white — the child of a white mother and a half-white father — and considered a woman of color. She was one of the first African-American women to have a play publicly performed.
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Ok this is probably the most romantic thing I have ever heard said to anyone. So abolitionist and women's rights activist Angelina Grimké was writing to her would be future husband Theodore Weld and asked him why he did not like her. He responded with this, "You are full of pride and anger. And I have loved you since the first time I saw you." So the pride and anger thing was probably a reference to how involved she was in trying to end slavery and gain equal rights for women since she put all her efforts into that to deal with the loss of her cousin Elizabeth. Theodore Weld was also very involved in the abolitionist movement and would often encourage Angelina in her activism and even arranged for her to speak more at lectures. However she still didn't think he liked her which was probably due to some self doubt and if someone said this to me after I asked why they didn't like me I would marry them in a heartbeat and it's no wonder they were married only three months later.
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🌼 poems that held my hand in may 🌼
Nocturne, Li-Young Lee
Your Name, Vahan Tekeyan
Sonnets to Orpheus 2;29, Rainer Maria Rilke
I stopped going to therapy, Clementine von Radics
Miyazaki Bloom, Nina Mingya Powles
The Quiet Machine, Ada Limón
When we two parted, Lord Byron
Fragment, Amy Lowell
The Want of You, Angelina Weld Grimké
When Did It Happen?, Mary Oliver
Alone, Sara Teasdale
Peace XVIII, Khalil Gibran
#may#poetry recs#poems#literature#classic literature#translated literature#li-young lee#rainer maria rilke#vahan tekeyan#clementine von radics#nina mingya powles#ada limón#lord byron#amy lowell#mary oliver#sara teasdale#khalil gibran
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Hi! Would it be okay to ask for poems that radiate some kind of "red" energy? I saw your recommendations about the similar ask with blue and I really loved it, so I thought I could ask for more :)
Red and blue, twin poles of the world 💘I had to think about this one (red has a distinct vibe for me) but I think all of these feel "red" when I read them, in one form or another, if not always overtly, so I hope you enjoy them, too:
"In the Desert" by Stephen Crane
"Woman Unborn" by Anna Swir
"El Beso" by Angelina Weld Grimké
"What Do Women Want?" by Kim Addonizio
"For You" by Kim Addonizio
"I'm Explaining a Few Things" by Pablo Neruda
"Dirty Valentine" by Richard Siken
"Little Beast" by Richard Siken
"Aubade" by Miller Williams
"Green and Gold" by Rachel Hadas
"Ishtar Awakens in Chicago" by Mohja Kahf
"The Second Coming" by W.B. Yeats
"O" by Dunya Mikhail
"Center of the World" by Safiya Sinclair
"[i like my body when it is with your]" by e.e. cummings
"[your little voice]" by e.e. cummings
"Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell" by Marty McConnell
"Complaint of Achilles' Heel" by Charles Jensen
"What a Cyborg Wants" by Franny Choi
"A Moment" by Saadi Youssef
"And After That" by Lorca
"Harlem" by Langston Hughes
"Lamenting Widow" by Ho Xuan Hong
"The Unicorn" by Angela Carter
"Dulzura" by Sandra Cisneros
"The Story of Madame Chevalier" by Ciarán Carson
"The Witch Has Told You a Story" by Ava Leavell Haymon
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A request where Harry styles is a college football star student who has a crush on his single sexy proffesor, reader. One day, reader asked him to see after class
after class: h.s.
pairing: fratboy!harry x professor!reader
summary:
"i can tell you like the thought of this rendezvous with me." i smirk and she gasp.
"that is very inappropriate mr. styles."
or
fratboy harry has a hot professor and she calls him in after class.
warning:
SMUT 18+ PLEASE
p.s.a i didn't write the exact request but this is what i felt comfortable writing! thank you for the request! <3
𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘'𝐒
𝐏𝐎𝐕
i let out an exaggerated sigh as i make my way to english literature, introduction to romantic poetry was the lesson of the week. at least the professor is bangin' hot. thick thighs, amazing curves and what looks like a d-cup set nicely on her chest.
professor y/l/n.
she was a recent graduate of the University of Georgia, the current school i was attending. a full ride football scholarship, i was the best wide receiver in the nation, uni's form all states where trying to pull me. i made the decision to attend UGA on logistics, the best football team in all the states, currently undefeated.
"you ready to see our professor?" niall snaps me out of my thoughts wiggling his eyebrows.
"bloody hell, yes. i don't think i could thank my advisor more for forcing me to do this class." i snicker and he chuckles shaking his head.
"tell me 'bout it." he comments licking his lips and i scrunch my face in disgust.
"watch yourself horan." i mumble as i see a group of girls waving at me and sending winks my way, i send them a wave before averting my eyes.
niall throws a punch at my arm before starting a light jog and i huff out a laugh before following him. sooner than later we find ourselves in professor y/l/n's lecture hall.
"romantic poetry is the poetry of the Romantic era, an artistic, literary, musical and intellectual movement that originated in Europe towards the end of the 18th century." professor y/l/n's states as she walks around her desk, a gray pencil skirt hugs her curvy hips, her freshly shaven legs on display, and a black turtleneck that sticks to her skin like glue. "i've decided to take a different route then the normal, 'Sonnet 18 by the beloved William Shakespeare', and instead we will start this unit with something from my background, 'El Beso' by Angelina Weld Grimké. which translates to 'the kiss', Grimké wrote the poem about a love song, full of passion, yearning, and confused emotions."
i lick my lips and pull my bottom lip between my teeth, she sits back on the desk and her hips plush out even more.
i never would've thought i could listen so much in a class.
"as like your other projects in my class you will either make a short story, making it easier for the common eye to read or, you will make a photo reflection. with that being said i would also like a short summary over 'El Beso.' she smiles at the class, "any questions?" no one raises their hand except, well me. "yes mr. styles?" she cocks an eyebrow.
"what is the grade point based on?"
"like all your other projects it depends on efficiency, the structure and etcetera." she replied folding her hand in-front of her chest, "also if i could see you after class mr. styles, we need to talk."
my heart drops to the pit of my stomach and i gulp down the knot in my throat, "of course professor y/l/n."
i'm fucked.
"thank you so much for working hard today! i cant wait to see all of the things you guys have come up with. there will be a short quiz over El Beso next class so study hard!" professor y/l/n shooes everyone out, class ticked by at the slowest rate known to man kind.
i stand awkwardly at the foot of her desk and wait till she turns around beaming a smile at me.
"ah mr. styles! exactly who i wanted to see. please follow me to my office." she starts walking towards the direction of the locked office and opens it with her key.
"now no need to be scared, just wanted to talk to you about your grades." she smiles pointing me to sit in the chair in front of her desk.
she slides into her rollie chair as well and pulls out a manila folder with my name on the top right corner.
"okay it's just that you seem to be doing exceptional in my class, you are one of the top students that i have."
"but..?" i wait for the wooing factor that's bound to happen.
"but you are barely passing your other classes." she pulls out what looks like a report card you would get in grade school.
"a seventy is passing." i state bluntly as i look over the grades.
"that is true mr. styles, very true but how are you making seventy precent in all other class and passing mine with a ninety percentage average?"
it's because you make me focus.
"how do i make you focus?" she answer the question i thought was just in my head.
"i don't know okay? i mean look at you! you're the hottest professor i have! it hard not to pay attention when you are the professor!"
her eyes widen at my outburst and her ears flush, she straightens herself out and i notice that she squeezes her thighs together.
"i'm sorry? that i distract you?" she stutters putting her glasses on the top of her head.
"i can tell you like the thought of this rendezvous with me." i smirk and she gasp.
"that is very inappropriate mr. styles."
i get up and make my way towards her side of the desk pulling her chair out, i let my hands travel up her sides and to her shoulders, massaging them slowly as she lets out a whine.
"tell me this doesn't turn you on. the thought of you and me. me bending you over this goddamn desk and me fucking you senseless." i whisper in her ear and a shiver runs down her spine.
"we can't." she says bluntly causing a chuckle to leave my mouth.
"i didnt ask if we could did i, love?" she holds back an answer and i bring my lips to her neck pressing kisses on her sensitive skin, "i asked if this turns you on."
she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and murmurs, "fuck it." before spinning around and crashing her lips with mine. i eagerly kiss back slipping my tongue between her mouth, she lets a moan slips out. i slip between her legs and my arms grab underneath her thighs picking her up with ease.
"wait," she whines pulling apart and pushing my chest.
"what baby?" i practically cry out wanting nothing more than to kiss her puffy lips again.
"the door, i didn't lock it."
i let out a chuckle before dropping her to her feet and briefly pecking her lips, quickly locking the door. y/n leans over the desk, the plump of her ass sticking out.
"so you do want this?" i muse as my hand runs along down arch of her back.
"shut up and fuck me." she grunts through gritted teeth causing my cock to swell in my pants.
i slip a hand through the front of her skirt splitting her sleek folds before my thumb makes contact with her sensitive puffy clit rubbing tight circles, her whimpers and moans start to fill the air, "you're soaked baby." i mumble in her ear and she shivers.
"please." she pleas, grabbing ahold on her skirt hiking it up and they bunch on her plump hips.
"wanna taste ya cunt first." i groan sitting in her chair as i pull down her red lace thong, "ya tryna to kill me."
pressing a kiss to the arch of her back i make my way down to her puffy cunt, jesus fuck, i spread her glistening folds pressing a kiss to her clit, she lets out a breathy moan before pushing her hips back licking a broad stripe through her folds, muffling my own groan of pleasure.
"oh harry." she shuddered pulling her hand to her mouth, trying to suppress the small moans and whimpers that were trying to escape her.
"no," i growl against her and slap her plushy ass, "let them out, i wanna her you."
her jaw fell open as a beautiful pornographic moan erupted through the room, knuckles white as they fisted the bottom of the desk, nails digging in the wood leaving small angry marks, her hips pushing back into my face.
my hands were around her thighs, pulling her closer to me, holding her still as she huffed out a breath through her swollen lips. i begged her with my actions, digging fingers into her beautiful melanin flesh and willed her to cum on my face.
"har, 'm gonna cum!" she moaned bucking her hips.
"do it." i spat shortly.
she lets out a high pitched moan as her orgasm hits her, i let her ride it out coaxing her swollen clit. my hands quickly unbutton my pants and i yank them down along with my boxers.
"got my cock leaking honey." i muse lightly fisting my bulge.
"fuck me please." she whines arching her back further.
"yeah you want my cock bad?" i tease swiping my swollen tip through her velvet folds.
not wanting to tease us both any longer i positioned my cock at her entrance, pushing inside her in one fluid motion. she moaned loudly, my hands moving to her lower back, fingers digging into her skin i groaned at the feeling of being inside her. i fucked into her at a torturously steady pace. she grounded her hips down to meet my movements, desperate for more, silently begging me to meet that soft spot inside of her. my hand moves to her neck, wrapping around her throat and she whines.
" 's good." she slurred as her legs start to buckle.
i pull her up with the hand that's around her neck, moving it to her face before turning her head to give her a bruising kiss. once we pulled away i push her down again my hips snapping faster craving a release. i looked at her like she was artwork, displayed just for me in a pornographic arch. my pace was fast, smooth and shallow thrusts, keeping my hips angled so my cock could hit that spongy place that makes her eyes roll back.
"faster h! please!" she cried pushing her hips back, i rocked my hips faster against her before looking down where we connected, i gather saliva in my mouth before spitting between us.
"that's it baby, that's it, take it like a good girl." i gasp out gripping her hips with an iron grip not letting her run from my thrust. i felt her spazzing around me and a choked moan left my lips, my hand moves around to her front and my thumb connects with her swollen pearl.
"cum for me baby." i grunt and she lets out a whine clawing the front of her desk.
she clenched around me and i let out a gasp as we both finally released. my thrusts we're starting to slow down, giving her a sharp pump keeping my cock there as her orgasm hit her. she screams my name as her eyes closed and legs shook. i stood above her as i waited for her pulse to calm down. i let out a breathy chuckle before pulling out and grabbing a tissue for the box of her desk. i quickly clean her before placing a kiss on her plump ass and pull her thong up.
"what do you want for dinner love?" i ask as she pushes her skirt back into place.
she turns around with a smile on her lips before pushing me to sit in her chair and sitting in my lap, "dunno, we haven't gone grocery shopping this week, we have nothing in the fridge."
i play with the diamond ring that rested on her left hand before bringing it to my lips and placing a kiss on it.
"i can go if you want sum pet."
"yeah been craving your chicken parm." she groans out rubbing her stomach, i let out a chuckle before kissing her lips.
"okay want anything else?"
"those crisps i like, the spicy ones." she hums running a hand through my hair, "best fiancé out there."
"yeah? 'm the best?" i tease her and she nods.
a/n: PLOT TWIST😭🤣🤣 i knew i wanted them to have a real relationship but i didn't know if i wanted it to be a "they use to date" relationship or a "they're engaged" relationship😋
also a lil introduction about me i'm 19! my full name is emily but please call me em! i am mexican (MEXICORRY RISE🇲🇽) my pronouns are she/her/hers. i've been a fan of harry since xfactor days so i'm not new to this fandom🫶🏽 that's all you get rn ;)
-all the love,
em
xo🐝
#harry styles x reader#harry styles#harry styles fanfiction#harry styles x fem!reader#harry styles x plus size reader#harry styles x poc#harry styles x you#harry update#harry x reader#harry angst#frat boy harry#harry smut#harry styles x y/n#harry fluff#harrys house#harry au#fandom#fanfic#fic reading#fic rec
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There are a number of known historical examples of lovers who were also intellectual partners and did joint work, which, for one good reason or another, appeared in print under the man's name. One of the least controversial of these is the case of William Thompson and Anna Wheeler, both British Owenite Socialists, whose publication Appeal of One-Half the Human Race was an important and influential early feminist tract. Thompson in a letter told how its arguments were conceived and developed both by him and Anna Wheeler. He referred to himself as "the interpreter and scribe" of her sentiments and called the book "their joint property." Yet, it appeared under his name only.
Similarly, the American antislavery writer and organizer Theodore Weld produced a documentary study of slavery as an institution, based largely on the evidence of eyewitnesses. The book is considered the most important antislavery document prior to the publication of Uncle Tom's Cabin, and it sold over 100,000 copies in the first year. It was published anonymously in 1839 by the American Antislavery Society, but an introductory note indicated that Theodore Dwight Weld was the editor, and subsequent editions have ascribed the work solely to him. Yet Weld himself stated in a private letter that for six months his wife Angelina Grimké and her sister Sarah had searched over 20,000 Southern newspapers for facts to be included in the work.These factual citations, without any comment, make up half of the pamphlet. It is also clear from the evidence that the sisters contributed to the editing of the other half, which consisted of eyewitness reports, and that they contributed two articles of their own. Weld was a strong advocate of women's rights, and the suppression of the editorship of the two women was undoubtedly motivated by his desire to give the work greater authority and prestige by its having been authored by a man.
A similar motivation may have influenced Caroline Schlegel to insist that her name not be included as a translator of Shakespeare's plays into German. The translations of the plays, a much heralded achievement of German literary scholarship, were therefore entirely ascribed to her husband, August Wilhelm Schlegel, even though it is known that she collaborated on most of them and translated one play entirely on her own.
As a final example, the celebrated intellectual partnership of John Stuart Mill and Harriet Taylor Mill, which has often been considered an exemplary model of sexual equality, resulted in the publication of several works on which they collaborated under their separate authorship. But there remained their first joint effort, Principles of Political Economy, and the later On Liberty, both of which Mill acknowledged as having been the result of their collaboration, both credited to him as the author. Of the latter he wrote: "[It was] more directly and literally our joint production than anything else which bears my name, for there was not a sentence of it that was not several times gone through by us together." In this case, one of the reasons his name may have appeared on the book was to avoid rumors about the couple's liaison while she was still married to John Taylor. What is worth noting in all the examples above is that the social situation in which women find themselves, their life situation, results in their authorship being obliterated, even when their coauthors are sympathetic and benevolent men.
-Gerda Lerner, The Creation of Feminist Consciousness
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El Beso
by Angelina Weld Grimké
Twilight—and you, Quiet—the stars; Snare of the shine of your teeth, Your provocative laughter, The gloom of your hair; Lure of you, eye and lip ; Yearning, yearning, Languor, surrender; Your mouth, And madness, madness, Tremulous, breathless, flaming, The space of a sigh; Then awakening—remembrance, Pain, regret—your sobbing; And again quiet—the stars, Twilight—and you.
#i was reminded of Grimké because of the mention of another Angelina Grimké in a book on feminism that i'm reading#of course it meant i had to look up some of the gorgeous poems of this poet again#also love The Want of You#poetry#quote
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Diary of a Wimpy Kid // The Want of You - Angelina Weld Grimké // "Old Soldiers" Overwatch Comic // Diary of a Wimpy Kid // Wish You Were Here - Avril Lavigne // Reaper76 Edit
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Greenness
By Angelina Weld Grimké
Tell me is there anything lovelier,
Anything more quieting
Than the green of little blades of grass
And the green of little leaves?
Is not each leaf a cool green hand,
Is not each blade of grass a mothering green finger,
Hushing the heart that beats and beats and beats?
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I love your hands: They are big hands, firm hands, gentle hands; Hair grows on the back near the wrist . . . . I have seen the nails broken and stained From hard work. And yet, when you touch me, I grow small . . . . . . . and quiet . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . And happy . . . . . . . .
- from “Your Hands” by Angelina Weld Grimké
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hii ghazal<3 what are your top five poems? and also. top five perfumes?💐💞
ela! <3 got confused as to my poems or poems I like so I did both!
top 5 of my poems (in no order)
In a camera
A PICTURE OF PRETTY LONGINGS AND COVERED TEETH
Dance baby dance!
GOD TELLS ME TO CALM DOWN (and I sing along with the beaten up lovers)
The museum of bodies
top 5 of my favorite poems!
Two-Headed Calf, by Laura Gilpin
Having a Coke with You by Frank O’Hara
Field Bling by Ada Limón
El Beso by Angelina Weld Grimké
ISHTAR AWAKENS IN CHICAGO by Mohja Kahf
top 5 perfumes!
jasmine sambac eau de parfum by fabindia
wild rose perfume oil by fabindia
lost cherry by tom ford
princess by kilian
coco noir by chanel
Ask me my “Top 5″ anything...
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