So yesterday I saw a poster. It was a white woman, sitting in zen and a white light surrounding her from the background. It said: 'reconnect with your spirit' It is in me...the word 'white', as a very strong world of power. To declare peace, is to declare conformity to a white flag guided in the … Continue reading Day 5: White, am i.
So in 2016, during the last semester of my first year masters at the #GSA_UJ, I subjectively took on the politics of hair featuring en la arquitectura. You can find the full project here on my academic blog Slim Cognito 🙂 Titled The Weighting Aisle: Dismantling Structures of Power in the Check-out Aisle, I explored myself, blackness, dreams … Continue reading Day 4: Dark Brown 4B/4C Natural Hair – is a ‘discrimination issue’
I let go of my expectations. It took a moment... I saw myself in you, (the rope) It wasn't love at first sight, I just knew you (the rope tightened) Cliche? no There was a peace The language of English, inadequate to comprehend. It was black, It was intense, Innate... true. … Continue reading Day 3: White Love means nothing: An Ode to Black
A mind so feeble Incomprehensible of what is unanticipated Like the grains Grains that hold in tact the dunes of knowledge, Knowledge flowing by gravity between your fingers A grain of sand, is the feeble mind. -Natache