Black and gold

Black and gold

What has our story told

Young and naive

force fed the wrong info

Chicago born with such

little lingo.

Can’t be part of your neighborhood

because of the color of my skin.

But in Africa we were more than that.

Black and gold

Black like the melanin I was blessed with

Gold like the adornment ripped from our necks and traded for chains.

We were warriors

we still are


marching together

never looking back

never forgetting

the PTSD and triggers lasting throughout many generations.

Some of us never making it home

because of the war

Made up from reasons unknown

But the only thing said was

“You will go down in history,”

But they take it as extermination

For this great nation

Enslaving another generation

These Haitians

Having this fixation

On our foundation


Black and gold

Black and gold

This sh*t is getting old

The same old, same old is becoming toxic like mold.

“Don’t speak, just let your curves do the talking”

“Why are you such an angry black woman?”

“Why can’t you just be a nurse, women can’t handle being doctors!”

I laugh at your small mind

in a small town

surrounded by small minds

I’ll start letting my hips speak

as soon as you start talking to my palm

But don’t worry about my hips

because honey they don’t lie.

And this isn’t anger that you are seeing

it’s fear

it’s irritation

it’s drowning

Don’t try to shut me up by calling me an angry black woman

Don’t try to shut me up by saying that

i’m ghetto

i’m too loud







not black

Because you’re not just silencing me you are silencing a whole generation.

You say that I’m cute for a BLACK WOMAN

But it’s really your addiction

That’s starting this friction

And when you don’t get your way

You touch me

I tell the judge

But with no conviction

I knew that this would match my prediction


Black and gold

Black and gold

Muscular and manly

only ones to be sold.

We are playing into what they want

Believing the hype of this new found freedom

Not understanding the consequences that come with it.

History repeating itself on a whole nother level

Falling into the trap of what the American God wants

Because in God we trust

You say that this country is free but only if you’re

white collar

straight as a pole


a brother but not a brotha

You are feeding into this new found slavery

only to ask the question why you don’t feel free

The world sees you as an ass

putting all their baggage on your back

waiting for it to break.

Not seeing that they’re part of the problem

Scars from the whip

They want to be your pimp.

To them you are on their radars but only a blip

They tell you to strip

And change into what they want

A crip


Black and gold

Black and gold

What you say is bold

Certainly you don’t mean that,

that was cold

The way you shout

and scream

to hear your voice

but at the same time

muting my voice.

You can have anything

and even waste our money and

mama will still make you her first priority

My blackness is as deep as an abyss.

But you want me to be as bleached as our history books.


I must say the truth before they cut me off

Because remember that the revolution

won’t be televised.

Remember that they will try to beat you down



Into a bloody pulp

And then ask you to forgive them

Remember that they will say that Africa is



And useless

But think

if they continued to say that

how would you think about our motherland

Not another man

But are motherland

Remember that if they try to say that your melanin is less than it actually is

than they obviously are pathological liars

Remember they hated us for years

But now they want to be us

But failing to be us


Remember to never let the man tell you what you can and cannot be

The doctor you’ve always wanted to be

The best person you’ve always wanted to see

The father that wanted to be deemed


Remember to fight

Without words mixing up this battle

With getting that IQ higher

Because they can’t tell you nothin

When you have DR. in front of your name


Remember that Black and Gold is more than what they say

Black like the people who were sold

Gold like the Egyptians have told

Black like the body that was shot in the cold

Gold like the minds that were controlled

Black like the kids that were never enrolled


Remember black and gold….

-As told by Jasmine



Story, Story.

(In the beginning)

I really like you and I want us to be together. All these talking was going to lead us here someday. I can’t get you out of my head and i have to let you know. I think of you all the time even when I’m preoccupied with work, a beautiful distraction for my routine fixed mind.

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Stories that touch series intro

Stories that touch series intro

Hi there nice people reading my blog. Hope you are having a good day today. I want to introduce a new series that came to mind about a week ago.I was listening to Falz album and I noticed the name which is “stories that touch”. It brought back memories of times when my cousin had poked fun at me by saying those exact same words. Some of you might be wondering what it means especially if you are not Nigerian so I’ll give you an example. Imagine you are narrating to me something that happened to you and it’s kind of sad but then I just look at you with the most uninterested face saying ‘wow stories that touch’. You will probably get annoyed because that thing can pain ehn. Lol I know, my cousin did that to me several times even my mum if I remember clearly. So it just inspired me to write a series of stories that actually touch. They might be sad stories or maybe happy ones, I still don’t know. But they would be stories that really touch. Some of the stories are real life accounts from people I have come across mixed with my story telling. They are in no way my stories or events that happened to me and are not 100% non fiction.  Thank you for even taking time to read my blog. I appreciate it so much.

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2015 was my year of enlightenment. I rose from the world of ignorance into the great light of knowledge. I became more aware of what was going on in the world. I began to grow more in love with feminism. I had always been against gender roles and for equality but i did not know that was what feminism stood for. I made some of my best friends, reconnected with old ones, fell in love and also fell out of love. I became myself in so many ways. I loved myself more than ever before and began my proper transition from girlhood to womanhood. Read more

Welcome to my world

Welcome to my world

I already had my first blog post in mind but I felt an introduction was needed. I’m Priscilla,  with a very big dream. It took me forever to finally get my first post ready and boy im glad I finally have it all out. Writing is a passion for me but laziness is a personally struggle. I’m so happy to be writing this post. This year has been one hell of a roller coaster ride for me, I’ve met with the best people and some of the worst people too. I started some of the best friendships this year and i became even more radical in my views. It has been a wonderful year so far and I hope it has been a good one for you too. Please read my posts, its my thoughts and you can share yours too with me.