Nina Simone as captured by Alfred Wertheimer, December 1964.
I shoplifted jewels, jackets, a pair of shoes, and a new broken heart
I had tried to steal yours once before
but no matter how I tried it wouldn’t fit into my pocket
or my into my chest
I can do more with a heart that isn’t mine
I can cry alone
I can watch you walk away
I can leave you
dark skies, the wind blows loud
the phone is off the hook
I listen to the coyotes howling
into the night and
the clock striking 3AM
and the sound of my breath
The creaks I hear are the whispers
of an empty house; it’s speaks a dead language
it asks me isn’t it better to have loved than lost?
In dead language I say screw off
you don’t know what you’re talking about
It creaks back to me, but I’ve been a home many
times, I’ve known a love that grips
sounds like a burden to me, I say
I look out my window, sometimes it feels
like it will stay night forever
sometimes I feel
in this world I tried to steal from you
there could be something even better
that I can also try to steal
but what could be better than your world?
Going to quote sweet Dee always.
Don’t worry - Jesus is dead and God don’t exist;
And swearing is fun, it’s funner than piss;
That’s it’s stupid is a cruel and classist myth.
Queer sex is great, it’s fun as shit,
Don’t kill yourself cause people can’t deal with your brilliance. Sometimes I can’t remember why I want to live,
Then I think of all the freaks, and I don’t want to miss this
lately I’ve been thinking about the whole “starving artist” routine, and it’s making me really pessimistic. I think so many people have the means to make their art, and to go to school for art. Yet I honestly can’t even afford any art supplies, let alone afford to go to college. So I guess you can call yourself a starving artist, but at least in reality you can afford a couple of paints. I literally have to save up just to be able to buy a canvas and it really makes me feel stifled and repressed and just not good, and that really sucks, man! sigh : |
"Moreover, popular narratives about the end of [legally sanctioned black, U.S slavery] erase[s] the agency of black people themselves.
And, I suppose we can say that if Lincoln did not really free the slaves, he was shrewd enough to recognize that the only hope of winning the civil war resided in pre-aiding the opportunity for black people to fight for their own freedom.”