Gabrielle Tesfaye // - Artist - // gabbytsfye@gmail.com

MKE|NYC
I miss this spot. Brooklyn, I will be back with you in 3 days. 
Any fellow artists in the NYC looking to connect?

I miss this spot. Brooklyn, I will be back with you in 3 days. 

Any fellow artists in the NYC looking to connect?

The energy of sadness from St Louis crept  into my room

And straight into my heart

Aja Monet on repeat 

Trying to write out these scars

The pain goes deep

I wonder how we can ever be happy here again

I wonder if we will ever get back our own land

If we can’t get back the lost life.

You never made love to me
You made lies
Depressed epiphanies

These recent actions are not appreciated

I know you better 

Than they do.

What you call “showing love” is not actually to show it for me,

Or too make me feel good,

Playing it to the public that everything is all good, 

While I still have your hateful emails of unedited threats 

Saying you’ll expose my body to the fucking internet

I’ll never let you manipulate me to be ashamed of my East African beauty,

You tried so many times to make me believe I was prideful and ugly for it.

While in the public cheaply praising our African Woman for being strong

I thank my Ethiopian ancestors for keeping me strong

Igzee’abihier Yimmesgen, its what we sing in our songs.

You do these fake actions to show others, that you’re a, “good person”

So you can have a mask to hide behind when you are ready to play victim again

Real eyes recognize the reblogs as politics in disguise.

While your toys continue to send me hate mail 

Trying to tell me, I should let Facebook see MY body

Which lets me know you are still at it with your disgusting manipulation 

Of peoples understanding of you.

You lie so much

You have started believing

In your own shit.

My next tears will be for your next victim,

I’ve given you too many of the diamonds that leak from my eyes

You’d think a man like him would be rich by now,

But he’s the type who throws his undeserved treasures away 

Foolishly mistaking them as trash.

imanismith:

wish I had someone to rub away this tension.

Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

Some things are better left unsaid. (via poppyflowerpoetry)

(via confessionsofxfashionholic)

Wow.

emeraldjade:

asexualwhore:

simulatedcity:

evnw:

tofutits:

This is so FUCKING SCARY

what the fuck is going on

SPREAD THIS LIKE A WILD FIRE!!!!

OMG

"Where the fucking cameras at now besides ours? KSDK, KMOV, CNN, NBC, MSNBC…"

Here it is if you want to know whats really happening in Ferguson, because we can’t depend on the news to document the real history

Police throwing tear gas grenades in the streets

(via brown-eyed-bluesss)

For how long have you thought it was okay to play with the heart

of an unbreakable Black Woman who had scars before you came along?

I don’t care how emotionless the masked player is

Everyone meets their karma

If you have blood, you will bleed.

It is to your disadvantage you do not learn from it to avoid the same wrath

Of your own doings

I cannot pity so many self inflicted egotistical scars

Do not ever compare them to mine.

How dare you think you can take control of me

You were birthed from a Black Woman

You were given Life

from a 

BLACK.

WOMAN.

Such power that brought you here,

Have you forgotten the same force can take you away?

You made a mockery of yourself

When you abused this.

I hope the two of you go stark raving mad together,
I hope I drown and that you live forever
and never, ever ever ever
forget the pain you caused instead of loving me better.
I don’t care if Mike Brown was going to college soon. This should not matter. We should not have to prove Mike Brown was worthy of living. We should not have to account for the ways in which he is suitably respectable. We should not have to prove that his body did not deserve to be riddled with bullets. His community should not have to silence their anger so they won’t be accused of rioting, so they won’t become targets too.
889 plays
Atmosphere,
When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold
When you smile and she doesn’t return it
Give her room and don’t disturb it
If it makes it hurt less to curse and fight
Go ahead and hate the world girl you earned the right 

But she still dreams after she woke, tight hold on that hope
Sometimes it can seem so cold do what you gotta do to cope

There’s only so many times you can fake love

Before its recognized as an ugly truth.

Some holes

May be too deep

To get out of

When the darkness

Gets mistaken

For Light.

I advise

You go no further.

I am not your lost love

I was not lost

I was destroyed

Asker amberlamira Asks:
I really admire you and your work. You definitely have a great following of supporters (:
tsfye tsfye Said:

Thank you <3