My childhood struggle. My grandmom didn’t give one single solitary fuck about the whiplash she was giving me. And when she tried to comb through…don’t even get me started. Let’s just say, I cried REAL THUG tears.
^^that, plus many combs broken
Broken combs, tears, migraine headaches, almost missing the bus doing this shit in the morning… LORD!
Dont forget getting popped with the brush or comb because of moving !!
don’t forget about having to slap your scalp because your braids were too goddamn tight to scratch
the struggle is so real…smh Do we even want to talk about neck/side of the head burns from the hot comb?
my mom burned my ear so many times because of the hot comb ;3;
whenever i cried she would rap my scalp with the wide tooth comb she was using to part my hair and call me ‘tenderheaded’
RIP to all the broken combs
This is speaking to my soul
The convo made this pic. Had to reblog
Sundays are my study days #CollegeGirlProbz
We cannot break bread with you. You have taken the land which is rightfully ours. Years from now, my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on reservations. Your people will wear cardigans and drink highballs. We will sell our bracelets by the roadsides. You will play golf and enjoy hot hors d’ oeuvres. My people will have pain and degradation. Your people will have stick shifts. The gods of my tribe have spoken. They have said, “Do not trust the pilgrims, especially Sarah Miller.” … And for all these reasons, I have decided to scalp you and burn your village to the ground.
One of mu favorite holiday movies
#PARENTS If you have little girls, please read this speech:
“When I started my music career, I was a maid. I used to clean houses. My mother was a proud janitor. My stepfather, who raised me like his very own, worked at the post office and my father was a trashman. They all wore uniforms and that’s why I stand here today, in my black and white, and I wear my uniform to honor them.
This is a reminder that I have work to do. I have people to uplift. I have people to inspire. And today, I wear my uniform proudly as a Cover Girl. I want to be clear, young girls, I didn’t have to change who I was to become a Cover Girl. I didn’t have to become perfect because I’ve learned throughout my journey that perfection is the enemy of greatness.
Embrace what makes you unique, even if it makes others uncomfortable.” - Janelle Monáe