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One with an abundance of talent

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Name: Yashiva Robinson
Occupation: Visionary
Argosy University Student


Content: Ill visuals & audios about all things beautiful, creative and or unique. None of the images posted are mine unless otherwise stated.




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Piece by Dave .REPOST FROM @davidfnmorgan: “I Am. -
I am the dead body that you see in the street
Hood over my head, face down in the grass
The crossroad where conviction and innocence meet
The victim is more guilty than the man with blood on his hands
I am the criminal who has committed no crime
I am the one who deserves to die for simply living my life
I am the mother afraid to give birth to a son
In fear that I will lose him to the kiss of a gun
I am the son that asks his dad why his best friend is gone
I am the dad that says “you’ll understand when you’re grown”
I am the one who grew up and became more confused
I am the hope/smoke-filled room where blacks go to sing blues
I am the renaissance man, in the cold Harlem streets
I am my new tailored suit, I am the shoes on my feet
I am a King getting beat on the side of the road
A King trying to speak over the screams of bombs in my home
I am the blood leaving wounds and the tears leaving eyes
I am the dark of the night and the sun in the sky
I am the truth being bent like a gymnast at work
I am the throat being choked by the strong arm of the law
I am harmed by those supposed to protect and serve
I am the one who’s in danger but doesn’t know who to call
I am not one, I am all. I am him, he is me
Every time one falls, that is my body you see in the street…
#sketches” (via #RepostWhiz @RepostWhiz app)

Piece by Dave .REPOST FROM @davidfnmorgan: “I Am. -
I am the dead body that you see in the street
Hood over my head, face down in the grass
The crossroad where conviction and innocence meet
The victim is more guilty than the man with blood on his hands
I am the criminal who has committed no crime
I am the one who deserves to die for simply living my life
I am the mother afraid to give birth to a son
In fear that I will lose him to the kiss of a gun
I am the son that asks his dad why his best friend is gone
I am the dad that says “you’ll understand when you’re grown”
I am the one who grew up and became more confused
I am the hope/smoke-filled room where blacks go to sing blues
I am the renaissance man, in the cold Harlem streets
I am my new tailored suit, I am the shoes on my feet
I am a King getting beat on the side of the road
A King trying to speak over the screams of bombs in my home
I am the blood leaving wounds and the tears leaving eyes
I am the dark of the night and the sun in the sky
I am the truth being bent like a gymnast at work
I am the throat being choked by the strong arm of the law
I am harmed by those supposed to protect and serve
I am the one who’s in danger but doesn’t know who to call
I am not one, I am all. I am him, he is me
Every time one falls, that is my body you see in the street…
#sketches” (via #RepostWhiz @RepostWhiz app)

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Pen portraits 8” X 11” for $30 | talentedmannequin@gmail.com

Pen portraits 8” X 11” for $30 | talentedmannequin@gmail.com

Favorite ink portraits IG sheeeves

Favorite ink portraits IG sheeeves

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bbygirl1996:

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bbygirl1996:

I have a strong distaste in light skinned boys

lowkey

like?? they’re so vain and prettier than me I don’t need that. and they’re not even that good looking imo

LOL i just dislike how some of them think they’re literally the buffest thing on the planet BECAUSE of their skin colour, like come off that, ure still black

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