By: Osage Dior
Truth. It hurts like fire being spit in your eye. It bleeds like a wound that doesn’t want to heal. I have seen this situation before, I am the sacrifice. The Joan of Arc, the one who is suppose to be tied and burnt for taking a stand for what I believe in at all times. I believe in truth.
Excuse Me Sir…
Your distorted image of me does not faze me, I am a lover of my black culture and though you want to put me in a box with the rest of the “black women” you know, fine! However, I cannot run, nor will I hide from you…Jesus was killed due to his own disciples…Malcom X followed Islam, but as soon he became conscious of something deviant-he could not spread that radical message…Trigger one. Trigger two. Trigger three.
Waking Gil Scott-Heron
The revolution will not be televised...
The revolution will not be televised...
The revolution will not be televised...
The revolution will not be televised...
The revolution will not be televised...
The revolution will not be televised... ©NEEMA
By: Osage Dior
On April 16, 2012-I was working in Douala, Cameroon-just turned 27. I knew that if I left my job at 12:00am in the morning to catch a taxi to get back home-nothing would happen to me. The same day an article was posted discussing four white men who was convicted for beating a black man at a downtown bus stop in Houston around midnight. These men apparently bonded over an iconic white supremacist tattoo they all had and decided to hang some strange fruit #Texasstyle. Using a ploy of, “What time is it…?”, these men gathered around Yondell Johnson at the bus stop and beat him severely.