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Posted on November 15, 2015January 29, 2016

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Balance takes strength. Sway in the shadow of the dune. Reposted from @raw_melanin - 👨🏾: @houseofnailuj - #regrann

"I'm talking Square Biz to you, baby. [...] I'm talking love that is." #squarebiz #flashback #whosthat #teenamarie

In this photo is one of the most impressive humans I've ever known. I'm not impressed because she is mine; rather, I'm impressed because she is hers. I remember when she was under the age of two and I asked her if she needed help fastening her carseat harness. She took hold of the straps and replied with a song (literally😊) about her independence. "I don't need any help. I can do it myself," she sang with a smile. Fast forward to now when my dear child is formally expressing herself in essay format using beautiful cursive. To top it all off, this weekend she wrote a song. Her first probably of many. It's not yet titled, but it's really quite good. I'm not saying it's good because I'm her mom. I'm saying it's good because it is hers, authentically. What good is creation if it's not true to the creator? To have and use one's voice... To learn and know oneself... To be confidently vulnerable... This girl gives me life. #mygirl #myace #truth #momlife #wordsmatter #voice

Legs wide open. Eyes wide shut. No filter on reality. Designer bodied women. But no filter on girls. No filter on abuses done by the self, done by the other, or done by the gaze. On head top. On floor. On fire. Desecrated bodies. Disrespect of the sacred. Dancehall is a culture that is not above critique. Artist Camille Chedda is a Jamaican artist asking you to stop, listen, and look at dancehall from a very particular angle. This work is called "The Three Disgraces" and I saw this work at the National Gallery of Jamaica in Downtown Kingston. @camillechedda @nationalgalleryofjamaica #art #Kingston #nationalgalleryofjamaica #dancehall #music #culture #Jamaica

Woman ah come with a message. Actually, 😊 four distinct messages on one good vibes riddim. Four singles. Juggling style. Rock and Groove Riddim. Issa positive sound. 💃 . . . @callmesevana @officialjazelise @naomicowan @lilaike @indiggcollective

I have so much love for the creative innovators, the digital artists, the mood capturers. See details below. This is the beauty of Instagram. Reposted from @louquai - KMÃ - second look created for the collection of the second edition of TRASHYMUSE VIRTUAL SHOW exhibited at @ep7paris during the Paris Fashion Week 2019. Thanks @filtermuse @arvrmuse @trashymuse and all the team for invite us (international artists) to create with u all ❤ KBÊ - Segundo vestido criado para a coleção da segunda edição do TRASHYMUSE VIRTUAL SHOW exibido na Galeria EP7 durante a "Paris Fashion Week 2019" compartilhei esse momento com outros artistas digitais e visuais que admiro faz tempo e tô é feliz demais 🔥🔥 migos que dissecam o digital lembrem-se sempre: ////////////// #filtermuse #filtorial #trashymuse #virtualfashionshow #catwalk - #regrann

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