I’ll Raise You Ten



I’ll raise you ten

Cause I like to spin my wheel counterclockwise to counter clocks wise enough to know that time has no age

Even youth stages

Euthanasia rages in our races cause black on black crimes might as well be called “assisted suicide”

Which is why I always bet on red, because since when have we able to count on black


Who use their absence As a biological weapon, who pay as much child support to their kid as attention, who’ll take prescribed medical marijuana as rehabilitation and who only open books to make blunts out of narration

I always bet on red, because since when have we able to bend black


Whose uncles had them naked since they were nine, so that shorties were literally dimesPedophileses would never be charged for their crimes cause it’s back to the grind

Back to the grind

Back to the grind

Girl forget your mind, get on your back and grind

I’ll raise you ten

Cause I like to play my roulette blind, so I keep my gun held to my temple, because god dwells in the space between our ears

Decide now whether you have something to fear, because the minute you stand up to open your mouth and say:

“You underestimated me, you tried to burry me alive and tooth and nail I crawled out of the hell you sent me to. I am here and I am still black–”

They’ll pull the trigger… and writer’s block won’t clot fast enough to stop the blood,

Trust me, I’ve tried it

I’ll raise you ten

Cause society just folded



Leem & J. Mango’s List of 32 Happy Things:



  1. Wearing cozy sweaters
  2. Watching TV with your mom 
  3. Sharing ice cream with someone nice
  4. Swimming in the ocean 
  5. Having hands in your hair (yours or someone elses’)
  6. Being in the sunshine 
  7. Taking a hot shower after a long day 
  8. A good nap after a good cry 
  9. Going to a great concert
  10. Road trips with friends 
  11. Knowing all the lyrics (finally)
  12. Rubbing a puppy’s belly
  13. Binge watching Netflix on a Saturday night 
  14. Listening to your audiobooks with the windows down
  15. Getting to the good part of a book
  16. Eating something unexpectedly tasty
  17. Drinking coconut water 
  18. Playing a game on your iPhone while taking a 💩
  19. Reading super relevant quotes just in time
  20. Watching afternoon judge shows that make your life feel wholesome 
  21. Writing cards for people
  22. Reading cards from people 
  23. Smoothies 
  24. Avocado anything
  25. Sleepovers 
  26. Getting good gifts 
  27. Awesome massages  
  28. Free food
  29. Wheatfield sunsets 
  30. Rock climbing 
  31. Doing what’s right in your heart
  32. And always listening to it ❤️

Frida Darling


“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world
but then I thought, there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do
I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there you read this and know that yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.”


“I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to better.”


“You deserve the best, the very best, because you are one of the few people in this lousy world who are honest to themselves, and that is the only thing that really counts.”


“I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of “madness”. Then: I’d arrange flowers, all day long, I’d paint; pain, love and tenderness, I would laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity of others, and they would all say: “Poor thing, she’s crazy!” (Above all I would laugh at my own stupidity.) I would build my world which while I lived, would be in agreement with all the worlds. The day, or the hour, or the minute that I lived would be mine and everyone else’s – my madness would not be an escape from “reality”.”


“I don’t give a shit what the world thinks. I was born a bitch, I was born a painter, I was born fucked. But I was happy in my way. You did not understand what I am. I am love. I am pleasure, I am essence, I am an idiot, I am an alcoholic, I am tenacious. I am; simply I am … You are a shit.”

Black Mermaid Magic


Even before #Flawless was a movement, the idea of being perfect was lowkey everyone’s goal. If you don’t believe me, think about that time when you were in middle school and crying to your parents that dying your hair green was the biggest mistake you’ve ever made, or that no one sat at your lunch table after you spilled vegetable soup all over your white t-shirt. See them tilting their heads slightly to the left with a dismissive shrug and a, “Well hun, nobody’s perfect.”

This is the worst phrase anyone could possibly say in a moment like this because that’s exactly what you were trying to be–perfect. But the new kind of perfect that is unique and never seen before, yet instead, you end up looking more like a rugrat on vacation than (insert tv/movie/music star here).

While I’ve never been a fan of the hashtag, lately I’ve been toying with the idea that flawlessness is a waste of time. Not only because I’m too broken to “fix” what’s “wrong” with me, but also because there’s nothing to fix.

Imagine a world where moles and birthmarks are bits of constellations trying to remember where they’ve been, stretch marks are signs of you holding yourself together against all odds, childhood scars are permanent kisses from your mother when she bandaged your knees, and your body hair is a reminder that you still have more to grow.

Picture a place where rashes, burns, and keloids are praised for their resilience, acne is respected as a crown that is best worn with a head held high, and dress size is seen as a matter of personal preference.

Do you see it? I’m starting to.

My hope is to one day live there, instead of here. Luckily, I think I’m already in the neighborhood.