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Nerissa Irving posts a picture of her progress since dropping her baby, Mali.

some guy responds, “I want to pop you and get you re-pregnant”

what?

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that’s not even thirst doe. that’s on some, “feed the children, this child is starving in somalia” type shit.

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so ive been workin on talkin dirty to natural haired girls…

rellyjuicejones:

savingprivateprose:

  1. you said you was done with the creamy crack? riiiight
  2. call carol’s daughter up and we can make this thang a threesome
  3. you might as well hold off on starting that twist out, cuz im knockin allat loose tonight
  4. you gon let me hit if i help you take them bantu knots out in the back? i know you cant see back there…

the  best one

LIFE!


MERNIN!!!!!

I hope everyone’s day goes well! I’m feeling better than somw head on a Sunday afternoon. Better than a chick that say yes too soon. (Hiphop heads get that line)

Question?: when girls BC, why don’t they line up?? I got line ups with my short cut in ‘08 so I don’t quite understand. Any answer?


My locs will be ONE YEAR in January

that may not be shit to you, but that’s amazing to me. =]

Anywho, I’ve been battling with this palm rolling vs. latching thing for about two months now. I got them latched in like June, and they looked SO dope and neat and whatnot, however, after about a month, I felt a difference in some of them. they felt thin or skinnier than toward the bottom. And it dawned on me that they weren’t gonna thicken up like the rest of them. This bothers me. When palm rolling, my hair will look fine, but it’s so spongy and soft that pretty soon, they just unravel.

Any clue what I should do? What should i use? I was using just coconut oil and water to retwist for about three or four months, but now, these babies require more lol.

Any suggestions?


No.

No, You may not touch my hair.

No, You may not stare at me across a crowded (or empty) room.

No, Your hair will not look like this if you get one of those white people perms.

No, You may not smell my hair.

No, You may not ask if I wash it.

No, You are not allowed to get offended when I tell you, “no”

No, You may not negotiate. I know what white skin feels like. I prefer not to barter skin fondling for your research on whether my hair feels like cheetos

No, You may not ask me to, “shake my dreads”

No, You may not call my hair “dreads” there is noting “dread-ful” about my hair, just the fact that you keep trying to make a spectacle of me

No, You may not take pictures of my hair

No, I don’t want to hear about how you have two black friends whose hair looks like mine

No, I don’t look like Jill Scott, Queen Latifah, Raven Symone, Lauryn Hill, or Erykah Badu. Just because they are black, does not mean we all have the same set of parents or genetic traits 

No, You may not dance in my presence and think I’ll join in

No, I will not sing for you, even if I have some moderate ability

No, I will not take you to “the hood” and be your security guard

No, You may not pretend to know what it is like to be a POC in any realm. You don’t not have a struggle…Occupy Wall Street does not count. Being unemployed is new for your people.

No, You may not debate with me on any of these. I have little care for your response.