#people of colour
Born Angela Gisele Brown, she’s of Afro-Panamanian descent. She’s married to Prince Maximillian of Liechtenstein, the second eldest prince.
She is a non-celebrity who married into royalty with full support of the throne. This was back in 2000. This helped pave the way for later royal-nonroyal marriages in the european monastic sphere.
Show this picture to anyone who says black girls can’t be princesses then ask them why they don’t have a palace.
The two went on to have an adorable son (Alfons, born in 2001)
Lookit those cheekies
This is her when she turned 57 by the way:
Some people can only hope to look this good.
That’s all really I just wanted to let yall know that black princesses exist in every form and fashion, even in Europe. So go on and flaunt those tiaras. Add extra sparkles too, since Liechtenstein is the 3rd richest country in the world. You wouldn’t want to be inaccurate.
this is important
She’s so almost 10 years older than him
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By Sofiya Ballin, Staff Writer from Philly.com
Patrick Rosal resides at many cultural intersections. You can find it in his poetry, you see it in his Filipino heritage, and you hear it in his vernacular. And that’s how he likes it.
Rosal, a poet and professor at Rutgers-Camden, just finished Brooklyn Antediluvian, his fourth book of poetry, slated for release on May 3.
As the title indicates, his book addresses many kinds of flood: Hurricane Katrina; Tropical Storm Ondoy, which hit the Philippines in 2009; the emotional flood after a breakup; living in Brooklyn amid the flood of gentrification.
“I want people who know poetry to feel they recognize a heightened music and fresh imagery,” he says. “For people who might not be as familiar with poetry, I’d love for them maybe to say to themselves, ‘I didn’t know poetry could be like this or about things that I could relate to.’ ”
In his poetry, he takes us from Brooklyn to Spain to his Jersey hometown. In “A Scavenger’s Ode to the Turntable,” he writes:
In a basement of a maple splint
in Edison, NJ, we were learning to turn anything
into anything else …
a dance floor could go from winin’ to riot
quick if a record skipped when we spun back
the wax to its cue
His hometown was diverse, comprising black, white, Hispanic, and Asian working-class immigrants. The influence is apparent in his work. As a poet, he says, he focuses on the connections among people, places, things, and histories. There are no binaries when it comes to his influences - rap cyphers, DJ and b-boy culture, Amiri Baraka, Audre Lorde, Sekou Sundiata, James Baldwin.
As for race, Rosal urges that we break out of the black/white binary: “If the only differences that we are navigating are black and white, then we are oversimplifying the racial dynamics in this country.” And he says communities of color need to see one another, as well.
The award-winning poet says growing up, he hated books: “I resented literature because it didn’t have anything to do with me.”
It wasn’t until he attended Bloomfield College, before attending Rutgers-Camden, that he learned art, music, literature, and music stemmed from everywhere, including Africa, Asia, and from indigenous peoples around the world. Before that, much of his education came from hip-hop culture, in which he still finds cultures mixing.
“I’m fascinated by that,” Rosal says. “Hundreds of years of university research has not been able to produce structures that allow us to see each other as clearly as the cypher has.”
A few days ago, Rosal was reading in a class at the University of Pennsylvania, telling students about the 1904 World’s Fair in St. Louis, where Filipinos were “on display” along with U.S. imperialism and colonization. He stressed, especially to the Asian students, that in his class mistakes are OK. In fact, they’re welcomed. The flawed space is a growing place.
“Asian folks are held to a standard that white folks are not,” Rosal says. “We have to fulfill this idea of the model minority. It’s a myth. You can sustain conflict between communities if you perpetuate that narrative.
In "Lone Star Kundiman,” Rosal writes of being rendered invisible by the dominant culture:
I keep saying it was the way you took my arm,
the small imperceptible squeeze, that tiny shove,
the way you told me Get to the back of the line,
how you eyed me to my place with your little smirk.
Some keep saying it was the rum. I keep saying
it was history… .
In Texas, you can sit in a diner packed with white folks
who dip their sweet potato fries in honey Dijon, while
you practice what it’s like to be the last man on earth
or the first one to land in a city where no one sees you.
“Communities of color have always recognized, as a way of survival, various kinds of trouble that you run into,” Rosal says. “Now we’re in a moment in history where that trouble is made more public.”
Bridging gaps within those communities is crucial, Rosal says, for both healing and loving. “We have categories, definitions, and boundaries to help us navigate the world,” he says. “When we become over-reliant on those tools, certain sectors of our lives and our imagination become segregated.
"I wonder,” Rosal says, “what happens when we take those boxes away to bring them back together.”
I don’t have words to describe the feelings that brought me back to Tumblr. First of all how did donald get here? *no I will not capitalize the first letter of his name. He doesn’t respect women or people of colour so why should I respect him?* He is nature’s booger, you feel the need to get him out of your system and instantly regret it when you look at him
Secondly those comments you’ve been saying about women donald…locker room talk? You know what of course, you’re right! I get it. Most men speak about sexually assaulting women in the locker room with pride. I mean, it’s not as if you are perpetuating rape culture…oh……wait. What is disgusting is that not only have you said derogatory things about women, but you repeatedly say these things. You are just like all the brock turners, and bill cosbys of the world. You turn your assaults into a pity party because you think you can
…I just can’t…..
AAAAAnd thirdly, that “inner cities” bullsh*t comment…*breathes in and out slowly to prevent hyperventilation* Are you telling me that in your eyes, every black person you lives in inner cities? Please go get your life. I want to say “Are you kidding me?!?” then I realize you aren’t. Which makes me want to cry. Not because of your comment or inexplicably willful ignorance, or your downright racist ass. I want to cry because this is the world I live in, where people like you exist. I want to cry because I think of scenarios where my future child could see you and think “This is what a president is, I should try to be like him.”
So Trump, on behalf of me, myself, and I. I want to give you a heartfelt
Please remove yourself. promptly dig a hole, build yourself a border and live there you leather-face-horror-movie-ronald-mcdonald-reject
I honestly would rather eat marmite with a baby’s feeding spoon than breathe the same air as you
In the weeks since I finished my first novel draft (hold your applause for another year, please), I’ve forced myself to take a break and just write whatever I want for a while. Lately, that’s been fanfiction. What? It’s anonymous, and I can just rant-write whatever I want to happen to the best characters from my favourite TV shows. After months of developing my own characters, plotting,…