GWA MAGAZINE
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BLACKLIVESMATTER
JUST ONE SUBJECT BLACKLIVESMATTER Jesse Williams Speech BET awards 2016 There has been no war that we have not fought and died on the front lines of. There has been no job we haven't done. There's no tax they haven't levied against us. And we've paid all of them. But freedom is somehow always conditional here. 'You're free,' they keep telling us. 'But she would have been alive if she hadn't acted so — free.' "Now, freedom is always coming in the hereafter. But you know what, though? The hereafter is a hustle. We want it now.""We've been floating this country on credit for centuries, yo, and we're done watching and waiting while this invention called whiteness uses and abuses us, burying black people out of sight and out of mind, while extracting our culture, our dollars, our entertainment like oil — black gold. Ghettoizing and demeaning our creations then stealing them, gentrifying our genius and then trying us on like costumes before discarding our bodies like rinds of strange fruit,"
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries? Does my haughtiness offend you? Don’t you take it awful hard ‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines Diggin’ in my own backyard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I’ve got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history’s shame I rise Up from a past that’s rooted in pain I rise I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.
CHAPTER 1
PROLOGUE: A WOMAN’S INTUITION By NaeTheMobWife Photographs by NaeTheMobWife
I tried to make a home out of you. But doors lead to trap doors. A stairway leads to nothing. Unknown women wander the hallways at night. Where do you go when you go quiet? You remind me of my father, a magician, able to exist in two places at once. In the tradition of men in my blood you come home at 3 a.m. and lie to me. What are you hiding? The past and the future merge to meet us here What luck, what a f*cking curse.
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CHAPTER 2
CONFIDENCE By NaeTheMobWife Photographs by NaeTheMobWife
If this what you truly want. I can wear her skin over mine. Her hair, over mine, her hands as gloves, her teeth as confetti, her scalp a cap, her sternum, my bedazzled cane. We can pose for a photograph, all three of us, immortalized. You and your perfect girl.... Why can't you see me? Everyone else can GWA| 3
CHAPTER 3
ACCEPTANCE By NaeTheMobWife Photographs by NaeTheMobWife
So what are you gonna say at my funeral now that you've killed me? Here lies the body of the love of my life, whose heart I broke without a gun to my head. Here lies the mother of my children both living and dead, Rest in peace my true love, who I took for granted, most bomb pussy, who because of me, sleep evaded. Her shroud is loneliness, her God is listening. Her heaven would be a love without betrayal. GWA| 4
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INTERGENERAT IONAL By NaeTheMobWife Photographs by NaeTheMobwife
Mother dearest let me inherit the Earth. Teach me how to make him beg. Let me make up for the years he made you wait. Did he bend your reflection? Did he make you forget your own name? Did he convince you he was a god? Did you get on your knees daily? Do his eyes close like doors? Are you a slave to the back of his hand? Am I talking about your husband or your father?
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CHAPTER 5
REGRET By NaeTheMobWife Photographs by NaeTheMobWife
Baptize me. Now that reconciliation is possible, if we're gonna heal, let it be glorious. One thousand girls raise their arms. Do you remember being born? Are you thankful? Are the hips that cracked, the deep velvet of your mother, and her mother, and her mother? There is a curse that will be broken
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CHAPTER 6
REDEMPTION By NaeTheMobWife Photographs by NaeTheMobWife
This is the last chapter of the magazine and I just wanted to say for this to be my fourth issue it's been a great time working with different, beautiful females if they had experience modeling or didn't, they were still welcomed in my life with smiles. This means a lot to me, making a magazine that creates imagery, characteristics and shows dedication and I just want to say thank you to all that participated this issue was meant to be about joining together, about love getting along and creativity I mean that's why we're here right? or maybe we want communication and that's what makes it even funnier. I thank everyone for being there for me and just supporting me on making this issue I tried to make it unique I didn't wish to be out going with sparkles and spanners I hope you enjoyed this issue because I did Love, Nae
My grandma said, nothing real can be threatened. True love brought salvation back into me. With every tear came redemption and my torturer became my remedy. So we're gonna heal, we're gonna start again. You've brought the orchestra, synchronized swimmers, you are the magician. Pull me back together again the way you cut me in half. Make the woman in doubt disappear. Pull the sorrow from between my legs like silk. Knot after knot after knot. The audience applauds but we can't hear them
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