BBW Blank. Black. Woman. She can be so many things, this BBW. A vehicle of your tortured mind… Or. Beautiful Black Woman. She is the Backbone of the family But only when it’s convenient To You Exhausting Her Energy Creating resentment due to lack of reciprocity – Turning a bit Bitter is she? Your Blank […]
View this post on Instagram A post shared by FLOW (@flowthedj) on Feb 14, 2019 at 4:53am PST Unconditional Love, is it too good to be true? I just want somebody to kick a melody to. You feeling my rhythm? I’m feeling your vibe. Through My Third Eye Tell the DJ play that song requested. […]
Flow the DJ is back this #FlowFriday giving us some insight on the word love as it relates to peace. Jeff Manning is the perfect pair to the piece/peace this week because he has some of the best digital artwork on the scene and these of expressions of love seem to be so synonymous with the Digital Age.
I really only had 2 options growing up, Option 1. Become a black queen, causing stereotypes to be broken and live up to my highest potential. Option 2. Or be a black hoe, living up to the status quo that was constantly being embedded! I heard it every day and it made me question my […]
Each piece of Dougher’s work is paired with Jazzo’s poetic words. Jazzo defines love as a psychosis. A severe mental disorder in which thoughts and emotions are so impaired that contact is lost with external reality…
Culture shock Imagine growing up faster than you wanted to, but also only seeing the world from one side. The lenses were not rosetinted I knew the world was not rainbows and sunshine. It was the color of confusion. Having feelings that religion told me I would go to hell for, And those who judge […]
A poem releasing my resentment and my anger towards both my parents, but primarily my mother! A poem of forgiveness so that I can continue to elevate on my journey and in my truth. From the beginning, my childhood was cut short… Innocence stripped away young, like leaves burning on a tree, It was, as […]
And as I stood there, with my cheeks stricken with tears and lips swollen shut, I stared at the reflection of myself, no longer recognizing who I was. Not only was my lip split in half, but there also was a hole big enough to stick my tongue through. My eyes were filled with pain […]