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What Took You So Long? by Leon Timbo

Babe

I met you physically

But there was something so familiar about you spiritually

And while we are talking, getting to know each other

I won’t waste your time because you’re already mine

Could we have kissed before time?

Is that why you remind me of a better life?

Maybe it’s all in my imagination

‘Cause there’s something familiar, babe

Something familiar, baby

I already loved you before I ever met you

So what took you so long, baby?

What took you so long, baby?

I already loved you before I ever met you

So what took you so long, baby?

What took you so long, baby?

Before time began

I had a conversation with God about you

How I would need you later on

He gave me your name and

Said I would meet you around 2010

At the park about 6am while I’m jogging

And I see your smile and girl

I see the pride on your heart

You’re ready for love, not this superficial thing the world’s fallen into

I see the real you, girl…

So what took you so long baby?

I’ve been here all the while, girl

I already loved you before I ever met you

So what took you so long, baby?

What took you so long, baby?

I already loved you before I ever met you

So what took you so long, baby?

What took you so long, baby?

Can I have a minute?

Just a single minute to say that I’ll be here forever?

Can I have a minute?

Just a single minute to stand beside my girl forever?

I already loved you before I ever met you

So what took you so long, baby?

What took you so long, baby?

I already loved you before I ever met you

So what took you so long, baby?

What took you so long, baby?

I say and I say it again, you been had. You been took. You been hoodwinked. Bamboozled. Led astray. Run amuck.

—Denzel Washington as Malcolm X (via glovesinthesummertime)

It must be hard to hate black people

weloveblackgirls:

It must be hard to hate black people . I don’t get how racists do it. That means that you’ve spent your whole life hating basketball , football , hip hop , soul , blues , soul food , most forms of dance , afros , Beyonce . That seems pretty exhausting tbh.

The Spark We Needed: A Letter to Trayvon Martin

My big brother emailed me a letter addressed to the late Trayvon Martin. Like countless others, my brother still mourns Trayvon’s death, but he also said something I didn’t expect him to say in this letter after Trayvon’s killer, George Zimmerman, was found not guilty of murdering him.

Read below.
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Thanks Trayvon,

I know it sounds a bit crazy that someone is thanking you, but I’m sure you can see from where you are that you’re not missing out on much here.

The global economy is still in horrible shape and “banksters” are making off with the people’s money while selling them dreams of a better tomorrow. Our communities are collapsing at an even faster rate with high unemployment, bankrupt municipalities, racial tension—especially after your case—and no one really seems to care.

Like everyone else, I’m not sure what happened that night as you were walking back from the store. I don’t know if you clocked George for following you home out of fear, or on purpose. Didn’t really follow the TV trail because I’m sure many of the people on both sides were probably lying to make their case. What I do know is you’re a pretty smart kid and for whatever reason, your time here on earth was cut short. I’m a preacher’s kid so I never question God’s will, but I do know there’s multitude of people here of all races and religions that miss you. I’m sure your parents and family miss you the most.

I didn’t want to keep you long; just long enough to say thanks for opening everyone’s eyes and forcing us to think. I’m not a parent yet, but I couldn’t help to think, “what would I do?” I don’t think I have ever been forced to think of such a situation. Your case might be the one spark that brings our communities back together. A spark that even the other “Martin” dreamed about. I know everyone is not going to meet at the town square tomorrow, hold hands, sing songs and heal all of the deep wounds of our nation. I mean, I am a realist. But your death was not in vain. I see it as a catalyst. A wake-up call to regain control of our communities so another tragedy like yours does not hit another family. Hopefully today, this week, or even this month you get more letters from people wanting to do the same.

Thanks Trayvon!

Very respectfully,

Benjamin W. Wilkison ll

You know what time it is.

You know what time it is.

Stolen from Instagram’s Tumblr.

Stolen from Instagram’s Tumblr.