Aria Speaks

My finance face.

My finance face.

alexandraerin:

dancetransylvania:

blonde-on-a-mission:

thisiswhiteculture:

floacist:






People really don’t believe Ancient Egyptians were ethnically African?

Perri: It’s sad but true, so many people don’t believe it. :(

Yup and if you ask the average American they will automatically say The Middle East…

…
but…

how—

Look at their lips!

This man up there favors my great great granddaddy (I’m of African descent, just so you all know)

EYES, NOSE—LIPS AGAIN.

I MEAN.

OMG. SERIOUSLY.

LIKE.
IT SHOULDN’T BE THIS HARD TO GRASP.

White denial.
Remember, around the time white people became obsessed with Egypt and began romanticizing its history, they still were allowed to openly hate POC. They refuse to believe that so much power, grace, and beauty could come from people they despised(read: were jealous of).
It’s all just a superiority complex to mask their innate insecurity. It’s why they happily lump Egypt in with the Middle East and completely erase Black Egypt from the picture and instead focus on Arab Egypt.
It’s also why they have taken to dividing Africa into North Africa and “Sub-Saharan Africa” as if everything that is not of the “exotic desert” is inferior and savage.
Taxonomy and classism are just a few of white people’s favorite things to do to make themselves feel like they run shit.

The term “middle east” didn’t even exist before the 1960s.

incase you crackers didn’t know
Egypt is in Africa
therefore
Egyptians are African

Africans were not sub Saharan Negroids.
Africa is a continent not a race.

king tut’s DNA was tested. he was almost 100% white. so was Cleopatra. they were not white. i bet you believe that the pyramids were built by slaves, don’t you?

Science will just be over in the corner, alternately laughing at you and sobbing into its drink.
Identifying race (a social construct) from genetic material is either really complicated or not entirely possible, depending on how you look at it. Either way, the idea of someone’s DNA being “100% white” is completely fallacious.
Genetic testing has linked mitochondrial DNA found in Tutankhamen’s remains to groups prevalent in Europe today, but mitochondrial DNA only shows one line of ancestry when every generation back you go, the number of ancestors you have doubles. Trying to judge someone’s race from their mtDNA is like trying to judge their whole ethnicity by their last name.
For instance, my ethnic background is almost entirely Scots-Irish, but because I only have the last name of my father, who only has the last name of his father, who only has the last name of his father (and so on), my last name is German. There’s almost no German in my background at all, but due to sheer chance and the rules we use for inheriting last names, there it is.
The same thing applies to mtDNA: it’s always inherited according to certain rules, and you only get it on one side.
The other thing about those European genetic markers is that we don’t know that they originated in Europe, we just know that they’re there today. Especially given that they’re found in western Europe, it’s more likely they spread from the Mediterranean to there rather than the other way around, whether they originated in Greece or Africa or (most likely) a mixture of the two.
Extensive genetic testing has been done on the remains of Tutankhamen’s body, and genetic markers have been found that tie him to the central African plains, as well. The bottom line is that in a center of trade and culture like Egypt, you’d have to expect to see genetic material  from all over. And that definitely includes sub-Saharan Africa, which had fewer travel barriers between it and Egypt than Europe did.
Or do you think your racist beliefs went back in time and created a forcefield or genetic firewall? 
As for Cleopatra: where exactly do you think they got her DNA from? There’s no tomb, there’s no body. Cleopatra VII (the one we just call “Cleopatra”, the famous one) vanished without a trace.
The idea that DNA tests have proven she’s “100% white” are 100% a racist fantasy. We know her father was ethnically Greek… mostly… but the Ptolemies had been in Egypt for a long time by that point, and while the rule was inbreeding, there had been exceptions all along the way. Cleopatra’s mother is believed to have possibly been from sub-Saharan Africa, or else the child of a mother who was. At least one of Cleopatra’s sisters (possibly half, we don’t know) had strong African features.
If nothing else, the uncertainty about the lineage on the female side illustrates how porous the lines between the Greek Ptolemies and their African subjects were.
But at any rate, there’s something ridiculous and desperate of white supremacists pointing to the Ptolemies as “proof” that the ancient Egyptians that history lionizes were white. You’re picking a family that we know didn’t originate* in Egypt to prove that Egypt was ethnically not African?
*Although, again, saying that a family originated or didn’t originate somewhere is misleading. If a Greek Ptolemy had a child with someone from Africa, half that child’s ancestors would be African, but if the child were acknowledged as a Ptolemy, history would pretend the child’s ancestry had “originated” in Macedonia.

alexandraerin:

dancetransylvania:

blonde-on-a-mission:

thisiswhiteculture:

floacist:

People really don’t believe Ancient Egyptians were ethnically African?

Perri: It’s sad but true, so many people don’t believe it. :(

Yup and if you ask the average American they will automatically say The Middle East…

but…

image

how—

image

Look at their lips!

image

This man up there favors my great great granddaddy (I’m of African descent, just so you all know)

image

EYES, NOSE—LIPS AGAIN.

image

I MEAN.

image

OMG. SERIOUSLY.

image

LIKE.

IT SHOULDN’T BE THIS HARD TO GRASP.

White denial.

Remember, around the time white people became obsessed with Egypt and began romanticizing its history, they still were allowed to openly hate POC. They refuse to believe that so much power, grace, and beauty could come from people they despised(read: were jealous of).

It’s all just a superiority complex to mask their innate insecurity. It’s why they happily lump Egypt in with the Middle East and completely erase Black Egypt from the picture and instead focus on Arab Egypt.

It’s also why they have taken to dividing Africa into North Africa and “Sub-Saharan Africa” as if everything that is not of the “exotic desert” is inferior and savage.

Taxonomy and classism are just a few of white people’s favorite things to do to make themselves feel like they run shit.

The term “middle east” didn’t even exist before the 1960s.

incase you crackers didn’t know

Egypt is in Africa

therefore

Egyptians are African

Africans were not sub Saharan Negroids.

Africa is a continent not a race.

king tut’s DNA was tested. he was almost 100% white. so was Cleopatra. they were not white. i bet you believe that the pyramids were built by slaves, don’t you?

Science will just be over in the corner, alternately laughing at you and sobbing into its drink.

Identifying race (a social construct) from genetic material is either really complicated or not entirely possible, depending on how you look at it. Either way, the idea of someone’s DNA being “100% white” is completely fallacious.

Genetic testing has linked mitochondrial DNA found in Tutankhamen’s remains to groups prevalent in Europe today, but mitochondrial DNA only shows one line of ancestry when every generation back you go, the number of ancestors you have doubles. Trying to judge someone’s race from their mtDNA is like trying to judge their whole ethnicity by their last name.

For instance, my ethnic background is almost entirely Scots-Irish, but because I only have the last name of my father, who only has the last name of his father, who only has the last name of his father (and so on), my last name is German. There’s almost no German in my background at all, but due to sheer chance and the rules we use for inheriting last names, there it is.

The same thing applies to mtDNA: it’s always inherited according to certain rules, and you only get it on one side.

The other thing about those European genetic markers is that we don’t know that they originated in Europe, we just know that they’re there today. Especially given that they’re found in western Europe, it’s more likely they spread from the Mediterranean to there rather than the other way around, whether they originated in Greece or Africa or (most likely) a mixture of the two.

Extensive genetic testing has been done on the remains of Tutankhamen’s body, and genetic markers have been found that tie him to the central African plains, as well. The bottom line is that in a center of trade and culture like Egypt, you’d have to expect to see genetic material  from all over. And that definitely includes sub-Saharan Africa, which had fewer travel barriers between it and Egypt than Europe did.

Or do you think your racist beliefs went back in time and created a forcefield or genetic firewall? 

As for Cleopatra: where exactly do you think they got her DNA from? There’s no tomb, there’s no body. Cleopatra VII (the one we just call “Cleopatra”, the famous one) vanished without a trace.

The idea that DNA tests have proven she’s “100% white” are 100% a racist fantasy. We know her father was ethnically Greek… mostly… but the Ptolemies had been in Egypt for a long time by that point, and while the rule was inbreeding, there had been exceptions all along the way. Cleopatra’s mother is believed to have possibly been from sub-Saharan Africa, or else the child of a mother who was. At least one of Cleopatra’s sisters (possibly half, we don’t know) had strong African features.

If nothing else, the uncertainty about the lineage on the female side illustrates how porous the lines between the Greek Ptolemies and their African subjects were.

But at any rate, there’s something ridiculous and desperate of white supremacists pointing to the Ptolemies as “proof” that the ancient Egyptians that history lionizes were white. You’re picking a family that we know didn’t originate* in Egypt to prove that Egypt was ethnically not African?

*Although, again, saying that a family originated or didn’t originate somewhere is misleading. If a Greek Ptolemy had a child with someone from Africa, half that child’s ancestors would be African, but if the child were acknowledged as a Ptolemy, history would pretend the child’s ancestry had “originated” in Macedonia.

(Source: thehereticpharaoh)

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blackraincloud:

dmwalking:

soulbrotherv2:

African Students Who Invented Anti-Malaria Soap, Awarded $25,000

AFRICANGLOBE – Two African students have created a malaria-repellant soap using local herbs, and have won, consequently, a $25,000 Global Social Venture Competition (GSVC) award.
The GSVC is the only international competition of Social Business Plans, dedicated to students, young graduates, and entrepreneurs with high social and/or environmental startups.
Moctar Dembélé who hails from Burkina Faso and Gérard Niyondiko, from Burundi, are the first non American born/citizen, to win the Global Social Venture Competition. [Read more.]


I’m happy for them.  I really am. But if they’re not getting a cut of the millions that will likely be made off their invention, I’ll be ready to set some things on fire.  

Twenty five fucking thousand???? FUCK that shit. I’ma need them kids to be millionaires
yesterday.

blackraincloud:

dmwalking:

soulbrotherv2:

African Students Who Invented Anti-Malaria Soap, Awarded $25,000

AFRICANGLOBE – Two African students have created a malaria-repellant soap using local herbs, and have won, consequently, a $25,000 Global Social Venture Competition (GSVC) award.

The GSVC is the only international competition of Social Business Plans, dedicated to students, young graduates, and entrepreneurs with high social and/or environmental startups.

Moctar Dembélé who hails from Burkina Faso and Gérard Niyondiko, from Burundi, are the first non American born/citizen, to win the Global Social Venture Competition. [Read more.]

I’m happy for them.  I really am. But if they’re not getting a cut of the millions that will likely be made off their invention, I’ll be ready to set some things on fire.  

Twenty five fucking thousand???? FUCK that shit. I’ma need them kids to be millionaires
yesterday.

(via alexandraerin)

No Title

The ability to be surrounded but feel completely isolated

Moving at a pace that causes people to break around you

Like a rock in the river

You’re subtly moving 

But not enough to keep up

Yet your desire to keep up has not been lost

Although it is trod upon by the reality

You are not the you you used to be

Being an alien in your own body

Where do you stand, or can you stand

You can

Kneel 

And pray

Because you remember that

You know that from the place when you were well

From the time when you were you

You remember to bow before the Almighty and give Him praise

For the wins of today

Even if they are few

Even few, they are more than is your due

Because if God were to turn His face away

Then where would you be

You wouldn’t be

Couldn’t be

Who knew that walking in faith could be metaphorical 

When you’re barely able to walk

Your muscles and mind in two different places

Can’t face it 

The difference between sick and well

Is hell

Only those that know how easily the body fails

Can know the sense of hopelessness and misery

When pain is closer than memories of better times

When your body was under your control

Because that was yesterday

Or many yesterdays ago

And each day that unfolds reminds you that you’re not there anymore

Not now 

Not when headaches leave you to quake with nausea

Every breath threatening to push up whatever’s inside

Whatever still resides from the last time

Can’t even make it to the bathroom

The effort it takes

To crawl

And you’re thankful for that

The ability to crawl

On the days you can crawl at all

But it feels so strange

How is it that last year was fine 

And this year I find myself here

An alien in my own skin

Trapped within this sickness

A prisoner of my body’s wacked out chemistry

Wishing for relief

Praying for the vertigo to cease

Wondering what the future holds for me

When I have the wherewithal to think

And I don’t

Not if it’s not a good day

Just need sleep

And its sweet release

Give me darkness

Take away the sound

Let me lay here in the stillness

Until relief is found

And I thank you God for this respite

Until I wake again

And another episode begins

We’ll Never Be by Aria: My foray into songwriting. This song is about a relationship ending.

Waking up all alone gives me 
Perspective that I never knew
I was so deep in love
So deep in love with you 
Throwing clothes in my suitcase
Deciding if these pictures I should take
Though I know what I’ve got to do
I can’t shake this persistent ache


But eventually
The storm clears 
When I lay alone
With my tears

(And now I know)

We’ll never be
What we could be
Want to shoot for the stars
But you’re grounding 
Me
We’ll never be
What we could be
Cuz you’re holding on to the past
So tightly
It’s time for me to leave



It hurts to let go but I know it’s for the best
God please strengthen my heart
As I go through this test
I guess I saw this coming 
But I didn’t want to believe
I thought if I loved you hard enough
You could never forsake me


But eventually
The storm clears 
When I lay alone
With my tears

But eventually
The fog clears 
When I lay alone
With my fears 

(And now I know)

We’ll never be
What we could be
Want to shoot for the stars
But you’re grounding 
Me
We’ll never be
What we could be
Cuz you’re holding on to the past
So tightly
It’s time for me to leave

Reflections of a Very Young Girl

The sunset is always more soothing for those who look forward to the night

But I didn’t

I knew what night would bring 

And I shivered

Shivered in a balmy 75 degree night

Knowing

It was the knowing that made it worse

Knowing that it was time to work

To “put up or shut up” as he said

My pimp 

He was real smart 

Or so he told himself

Smart enough to “make this money”

I always thought he was smart enough not to get fucked 

And let the others fuck for him

That’s the kind of intelligence I wish I had

But I don’t

I dropped out of school at twelve

When the bruises my mom inflicted became too much to hide

But the social workers were too busy with other cases to take mine

Maybe I wasn’t morose enough

I was always a happy child

Maybe our neighborhood was too scary for some fully educated college grad to stop in

Or maybe I was like every other girl in the hood

A commodity made more valuable by the scar

“Good girls aren’t worth shit.” 

He was right

But I wasn’t one of them

My mom taught me that

No I was something else

Right now I was someone who had to “make this money”

I hated hearing him say that

Mostly because I knew he was right

I had to support myself

And if I didn’t work, I didn’t eat

But worse if I didn’t work

I didn’t eat and I’d get beaten

Those two things didn’t go together

Have you ever been kicked in an empty stomach

I have

I needed a drink

That’s one thing that my pimp, used to be my boyfriend, always had

“For the nerves”

You’d think I would have been out here long enough

You know, to not have nerves

To not feel

To not need the anesthetic

To be able to get on my knees

Or lift my skirt

Or to kiss amorously 

A stranger

A paying customer

But I did

I still needed the pain killer

The pain both mental and physical would leave me

If I had a drink

Well, not one

Many

“Just don’t be sloppy, bitch.”

I could hold my liquor

Enough to remember how to get most men off quickly

Quick was a necessity

You didn’t want to be with a trick all night

One

It didn’t make money

And if it didn’t make money it didn’t make sense

Two

A young impressionable girl might get it into her head that she’s special

I’d done that before 

Two years ago on my fifteenth birthday

I’d thought I was special (briefly)

That one of my regulars might really care

That he might take me away from here

Like Julia Roberts’ character

What a dumb ass movie

It’d been my favorite

But I was a “dumb ass bitch”

See, my pimp agrees

And he knows me

He’d been sniffing around before I was a teen

He was a regular part of my community

A predator

Wiser, older 

He was a real man

He even had a “real woman” and a good job

I had this

But I guess he kept his promises

Said he’d take me away from a broken home

And he had

Said he’d take care of me

And he was

I mean as long as I did my part

We were a team

Said he’d always love me

And he does

He spends more time on me than any of his other girls

So I know he loves me

And one day he’ll take me away from even this

I feel it

I know it 

He told me so

But right now I’ve got to make him proud

Got to make him happy

Got to find someone who

“Wanna date?”

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