Charmane D. - @chardizon
Charmane D. - @chardizon

"the uneven payment
cold underneath my knees
bleeding from the struggle to stay put"

 "the pain unnoticed as tears begin to flow down and around the apples of my cheeks erasing the carefully applied blush that gave the illusion of the color in my life once you left me. "

"the pain
unnoticed
as tears begin to flow
down and around
the apples of my cheeks
erasing the carefully applied blush
that gave the illusion of the color in my life
once you left me. "

 "my lungs struggling for air between every sob that I couldn't hold back. the words I try to put together come out as cries--desperate from my broken heart; yet, I'm caught in tug of war with my mind telling me I need to just let go. "

"my lungs
struggling for air between every sob that I couldn't hold back.
the words I try to put together
come out as cries--desperate from my broken heart;
yet, I'm caught in tug of war with my mind
telling me I need to just let go. "

 I want to get up I want to move I want to run out to you tell you that im sorry but what an inequitable thing to do, thing to say as I am begging for your mercy when I know it wasn't my fault to begin with"  -Charmane D.

I want to get up
I want to move
I want to run out to you
tell you that im sorry
but what an inequitable thing to do,
thing to say as I am begging for your mercy
when I know
it wasn't my fault to begin with"

-Charmane D.

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Neha S. - @nehashahi_
Neha S. - @nehashahi_

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?

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 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.

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.

 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.

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 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?

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.     -Maya Angelou, Still I Rise

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.

 

-Maya Angelou, Still I Rise

Satchi S. - @5chii
Satchi S. - @5chii

"I've always been curious about the photographer's thoughts while capturing a piece. So when photos and conversations come together, I think it's a great convergence because you get to have this dialogue with the photographer, and all of a sudden the content. The capture seems so much more raw. It's awesome being able to know the significance of a picture rather than just looking at it as another piece of content or "like" on a feed."

-Satchi S.

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Vila the Poet - @v.thepoet
Vila the Poet - @v.thepoet

A photoset commentary about societal expectations on women's appearances, with a spoken word piece by Vila, herself.

  CONFINED IN THE MIND:   Doctor Doctor,  I swear I'm sick  Every time I see my reflection  It makes me nauseous.

CONFINED IN THE MIND:

Doctor Doctor,

I swear I'm sick

Every time I see my reflection

It makes me nauseous.

  The magazines tell me   HOW TO be flawless  HOW TO dress  HOW TO smell   And

The magazines tell me

HOW TO be flawless

HOW TO dress

HOW TO smell 

And

 HOW TO eat with caution,  Go through the count your calories process  And Lord forbid   If I go over today  I already know how to vomit. 

HOW TO eat with caution,

Go through the count your calories process

And Lord forbid 

If I go over today

I already know how to vomit. 

 Doctor Doctor,  I swear I'm ill  Every time I go on a diet  I get addicted to those pills.

Doctor Doctor,

I swear I'm ill

Every time I go on a diet

I get addicted to those pills.

 The commercials tell me  I'm ten pounds overweight,  My love handles really aren't so great,  And  If I see a girl skinner than me  Oh, I get fuelled with so much  Jealousy and Hate. 

The commercials tell me

I'm ten pounds overweight,

My love handles really aren't so great,

And

If I see a girl skinner than me

Oh, I get fuelled with so much

Jealousy and Hate. 

 Doctor Doctor,  I swear I'm not well  Every time I starve myself   I feel I'm in hell.

Doctor Doctor,

I swear I'm not well

Every time I starve myself 

I feel I'm in hell.

 The girls at school tell me  I'm HIDEOUS  I'm DIFFERENT   I'm DISGUSTING

The girls at school tell me

I'm HIDEOUS

I'm DIFFERENT 

I'm DISGUSTING

 And  That boys will never like me;  Like me,  I don't even like me.  Why can't I be  Like the other girls   Skinny and pretty?

And

That boys will never like me;

Like me,

I don't even like me.

Why can't I be

Like the other girls 

Skinny and pretty?

 Doctor Doctor,  I swear I'm infected  Every time I remove my makeup  I see blemishes of the imperfect infections.  The world tells me  To strive for perfection,  To have an unflawed complexion,  To fit myself into society's certain sections,  To be another BARBIE in it's twisted collection. 

Doctor Doctor,

I swear I'm infected

Every time I remove my makeup

I see blemishes of the imperfect infections.

The world tells me

To strive for perfection,

To have an unflawed complexion,

To fit myself into society's certain sections,

To be another BARBIE in it's twisted collection. 

 We live in the world's vicious PROJECTIONS  And it's depressing  How society's bitter intentions  Teaches us its terminal preconceptions,  Slaves us to self-deception  And births us into a world of:  "HOW TOS"  "WHAT TO DO"  "WHAT'S FALSE AND WHAT'S TRUE"  "IT AIN'T COOL IF IT AIN'T NEW"  And my oh so favourite  "HOW TO MAKE HIM LOVE YOU".

We live in the world's vicious PROJECTIONS

And it's depressing

How society's bitter intentions

Teaches us its terminal preconceptions,

Slaves us to self-deception

And births us into a world of:

"HOW TOS"

"WHAT TO DO"

"WHAT'S FALSE AND WHAT'S TRUE"

"IT AIN'T COOL IF IT AIN'T NEW"

And my oh so favourite

"HOW TO MAKE HIM LOVE YOU".

    It's confiningly cruel,  HOW. CAN. I. BE.  With all these invisible rules?

 

It's confiningly cruel,

HOW. CAN. I. BE.

With all these invisible rules?

 Doctor Doctor,  I swear I'm at an end  I live in a society  That's out to see my soul dead. 

Doctor Doctor,

I swear I'm at an end

I live in a society

That's out to see my soul dead. 

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Amanda O. - @chubbycheekzoka4
Amanda O. - @chubbycheekzoka4

Remember when you were in such a rush to grow up...
Then days got longer, sleep got shorter
Deadlines for this, deadlines for that

The more money you make, the more they take
You’re awake, but not really awake
And in the wake of technology
There is no more room left for mental stimulation
Rather, you speed up the process of disintegration
Loading up the remaining spaces with
ANTI-social media...
And the world to design your expectations of life for you

You feel it…

The headaches
Can’t sleep
Your mind working overtime to make ends meet
Never satisfied with your successes
Preoccupied with your failures and the failures of others
And how others have failed you
But STOP!!!
Just stop, and take it back

Because even when you were in a rush to grow up
One thing you never forgot to do was breathe
Inhale life and wake your senses

Swallow the breeze of every season
Be the Queens and Kings of your own kingdom
Guard your domain, but hold the key of forgiveness
Even as you catch the cuts, bruises and scars that come with life
Swing through every moment of life with a smile
Taste your successes and blow kisses to your failures
Live like you once did, because it wasn’t in a different life time
So don’t be afraid to dream, and never be afraid to experience life.

Most importantly… Remember to live

-- Amanda Okafor, Remember to Live

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Ajai L. - @ajlantano
Ajai L. - @ajlantano

"There is something about the dark that brings my journey to the light. The twists and turns it took to get me from beginning to end, and back to the middle, just so I can get twisted around, and go back to the beginning again. And as the seasons change, I find myself falling as a cold winter chill that creeps up my back to spring me back to a warm summer's mood. I am an eternal ray of sunshine that refuses to catch your eye. I am the split decision between over trusting and super caring. But then again, there's something about the dark that bring my journey to the light."

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Vicki (yours truly) x Rehana (@the.rtist)
Vicki (yours truly) x Rehana (@the.rtist)

Rehana's point of view.

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Charmane D. - @chardizon
 "the pain unnoticed as tears begin to flow down and around the apples of my cheeks erasing the carefully applied blush that gave the illusion of the color in my life once you left me. "
 "my lungs struggling for air between every sob that I couldn't hold back. the words I try to put together come out as cries--desperate from my broken heart; yet, I'm caught in tug of war with my mind telling me I need to just let go. "
 I want to get up I want to move I want to run out to you tell you that im sorry but what an inequitable thing to do, thing to say as I am begging for your mercy when I know it wasn't my fault to begin with"  -Charmane D.
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Neha S. - @nehashahi_
 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.
 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 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.     -Maya Angelou, Still I Rise
Satchi S. - @5chii
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Vila the Poet - @v.thepoet
  CONFINED IN THE MIND:   Doctor Doctor,  I swear I'm sick  Every time I see my reflection  It makes me nauseous.
  The magazines tell me   HOW TO be flawless  HOW TO dress  HOW TO smell   And
 HOW TO eat with caution,  Go through the count your calories process  And Lord forbid   If I go over today  I already know how to vomit. 
 Doctor Doctor,  I swear I'm ill  Every time I go on a diet  I get addicted to those pills.
 The commercials tell me  I'm ten pounds overweight,  My love handles really aren't so great,  And  If I see a girl skinner than me  Oh, I get fuelled with so much  Jealousy and Hate. 
 Doctor Doctor,  I swear I'm not well  Every time I starve myself   I feel I'm in hell.
 The girls at school tell me  I'm HIDEOUS  I'm DIFFERENT   I'm DISGUSTING
 And  That boys will never like me;  Like me,  I don't even like me.  Why can't I be  Like the other girls   Skinny and pretty?
 Doctor Doctor,  I swear I'm infected  Every time I remove my makeup  I see blemishes of the imperfect infections.  The world tells me  To strive for perfection,  To have an unflawed complexion,  To fit myself into society's certain sections,  To be another BARBIE in it's twisted collection. 
 We live in the world's vicious PROJECTIONS  And it's depressing  How society's bitter intentions  Teaches us its terminal preconceptions,  Slaves us to self-deception  And births us into a world of:  "HOW TOS"  "WHAT TO DO"  "WHAT'S FALSE AND WHAT'S TRUE"  "IT AIN'T COOL IF IT AIN'T NEW"  And my oh so favourite  "HOW TO MAKE HIM LOVE YOU".
    It's confiningly cruel,  HOW. CAN. I. BE.  With all these invisible rules?
 Doctor Doctor,  I swear I'm at an end  I live in a society  That's out to see my soul dead. 
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Amanda O. - @chubbycheekzoka4
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Ajai L. - @ajlantano
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Vicki (yours truly) x Rehana (@the.rtist)
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Charmane D. - @chardizon

"the uneven payment
cold underneath my knees
bleeding from the struggle to stay put"

"the pain
unnoticed
as tears begin to flow
down and around
the apples of my cheeks
erasing the carefully applied blush
that gave the illusion of the color in my life
once you left me. "

"my lungs
struggling for air between every sob that I couldn't hold back.
the words I try to put together
come out as cries--desperate from my broken heart;
yet, I'm caught in tug of war with my mind
telling me I need to just let go. "

I want to get up
I want to move
I want to run out to you
tell you that im sorry
but what an inequitable thing to do,
thing to say as I am begging for your mercy
when I know
it wasn't my fault to begin with"

-Charmane D.

Neha S. - @nehashahi_

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.

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 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.

 

-Maya Angelou, Still I Rise

Satchi S. - @5chii

"I've always been curious about the photographer's thoughts while capturing a piece. So when photos and conversations come together, I think it's a great convergence because you get to have this dialogue with the photographer, and all of a sudden the content. The capture seems so much more raw. It's awesome being able to know the significance of a picture rather than just looking at it as another piece of content or "like" on a feed."

-Satchi S.

Vila the Poet - @v.thepoet

A photoset commentary about societal expectations on women's appearances, with a spoken word piece by Vila, herself.

CONFINED IN THE MIND:

Doctor Doctor,

I swear I'm sick

Every time I see my reflection

It makes me nauseous.

The magazines tell me

HOW TO be flawless

HOW TO dress

HOW TO smell 

And

HOW TO eat with caution,

Go through the count your calories process

And Lord forbid 

If I go over today

I already know how to vomit. 

Doctor Doctor,

I swear I'm ill

Every time I go on a diet

I get addicted to those pills.

The commercials tell me

I'm ten pounds overweight,

My love handles really aren't so great,

And

If I see a girl skinner than me

Oh, I get fuelled with so much

Jealousy and Hate. 

Doctor Doctor,

I swear I'm not well

Every time I starve myself 

I feel I'm in hell.

The girls at school tell me

I'm HIDEOUS

I'm DIFFERENT 

I'm DISGUSTING

And

That boys will never like me;

Like me,

I don't even like me.

Why can't I be

Like the other girls 

Skinny and pretty?

Doctor Doctor,

I swear I'm infected

Every time I remove my makeup

I see blemishes of the imperfect infections.

The world tells me

To strive for perfection,

To have an unflawed complexion,

To fit myself into society's certain sections,

To be another BARBIE in it's twisted collection. 

We live in the world's vicious PROJECTIONS

And it's depressing

How society's bitter intentions

Teaches us its terminal preconceptions,

Slaves us to self-deception

And births us into a world of:

"HOW TOS"

"WHAT TO DO"

"WHAT'S FALSE AND WHAT'S TRUE"

"IT AIN'T COOL IF IT AIN'T NEW"

And my oh so favourite

"HOW TO MAKE HIM LOVE YOU".

 

It's confiningly cruel,

HOW. CAN. I. BE.

With all these invisible rules?

Doctor Doctor,

I swear I'm at an end

I live in a society

That's out to see my soul dead. 

Amanda O. - @chubbycheekzoka4

Remember when you were in such a rush to grow up...
Then days got longer, sleep got shorter
Deadlines for this, deadlines for that

The more money you make, the more they take
You’re awake, but not really awake
And in the wake of technology
There is no more room left for mental stimulation
Rather, you speed up the process of disintegration
Loading up the remaining spaces with
ANTI-social media...
And the world to design your expectations of life for you

You feel it…

The headaches
Can’t sleep
Your mind working overtime to make ends meet
Never satisfied with your successes
Preoccupied with your failures and the failures of others
And how others have failed you
But STOP!!!
Just stop, and take it back

Because even when you were in a rush to grow up
One thing you never forgot to do was breathe
Inhale life and wake your senses

Swallow the breeze of every season
Be the Queens and Kings of your own kingdom
Guard your domain, but hold the key of forgiveness
Even as you catch the cuts, bruises and scars that come with life
Swing through every moment of life with a smile
Taste your successes and blow kisses to your failures
Live like you once did, because it wasn’t in a different life time
So don’t be afraid to dream, and never be afraid to experience life.

Most importantly… Remember to live

-- Amanda Okafor, Remember to Live

Ajai L. - @ajlantano

"There is something about the dark that brings my journey to the light. The twists and turns it took to get me from beginning to end, and back to the middle, just so I can get twisted around, and go back to the beginning again. And as the seasons change, I find myself falling as a cold winter chill that creeps up my back to spring me back to a warm summer's mood. I am an eternal ray of sunshine that refuses to catch your eye. I am the split decision between over trusting and super caring. But then again, there's something about the dark that bring my journey to the light."

Vicki (yours truly) x Rehana (@the.rtist)

Rehana's point of view.

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