Make love not war

 

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Girl By Jamaica Kincaid June 19, 1978

 

Photograph by Nina Leen / Time Life Pictures / Getty

Wash the white clothes on Monday and put them on the stone heap; wash the color clothes on Tuesday and put them on the clothesline to dry; don’t walk bare-head in the hot sun; cook pumpkin fritters in very hot sweet oil; soak your little cloths right after you take them off; when buying cotton to make yourself a nice blouse, be sure that it doesn’t have gum in it, because that way it won’t hold up well after a wash; soak salt fish overnight before you cook it; is it true that you sing benna in Sunday school?; always eat your food in such a way that it won’t turn someone else’s stomach; on Sundays try to walk like a lady and not like the slut you are so bent on becoming; don’t sing benna in Sunday school; you mustn’t speak to wharf-rat boys, not even to give directions; don’t eat fruits on the street—flies will follow you; but I don’t sing benna on Sundays at all and never in Sunday school; this is how to sew on a button; this is how to make a buttonhole for the button you have just sewed on; this is how to hem a dress when you see the hem coming down and so to prevent yourself from looking like the slut I know you are so bent on becoming; this is how you iron your father’s khaki shirt so that it doesn’t have a crease; this is how you iron your father’s khaki pants so that they don’t have a crease; this is how you grow okra—far from the house, because okra tree harbors red ants; when you are growing dasheen, make sure it gets plenty of water or else it makes your throat itch when you are eating it; this is how you sweep a corner; this is how you sweep a whole house; this is how you sweep a yard; this is how you smile to someone you don’t like too much; this is how you smile to someone you don’t like at all; this is how you smile to someone you like completely; this is how you set a table for tea; this is how you set a table for dinner; this is how you set a table for dinner with an important guest; this is how you set a table for lunch; this is how you set a table for breakfast; this is how to behave in the presence of men who don’t know you very well, and this way they won’t recognize immediately the slut I have warned you against becoming; be sure to wash every day, even if it is with your own spit; don’t squat down to play marbles—you are not a boy, you know; don’t pick people’s flowers—you might catch something; don’t throw stones at blackbirds, because it might not be a blackbird at all; this is how to make a bread pudding; this is how to make doukona; this is how to make pepper pot; this is how to make a good medicine for a cold; this is how to make a good medicine to throw away a child before it even becomes a child; this is how to catch a fish; this is how to throw back a fish you don’t like, and that way something bad won’t fall on you; this is how to bully a man; this is how a man bullies you; this is how to love a man, and if this doesn’t work there are other ways, and if they don’t work don’t feel too bad about giving up; this is how to spit up in the air if you feel like it, and this is how to move quick so that it doesn’t fall on you; this is how to make ends meet; always squeeze bread to make sure it’s fresh; but what if the baker won’t let me feel t

Young Girls’ Enchantment: Entrancing Viewers with Their Innocence and Sweet Charm

 

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March 16, 2024 admin

The enchanting realm of captivating beauty, there exists a unique allure that surrounds little girls, casting a spell on observers with their sweet and pure essence. From their innocent smiles to their mesmerizing eyes, these young souls possess a captivating charm that renders onlookers spellbound, making it impossible to divert their gaze.

 

The beauty of little girls is characterized by a distinctive and ethereal quality. Their tender features, adorned with delicate rosy cheeks and cherubic smiles, exude a sense of innocence and joy that is unparalleled. Each glance captures hearts, drawing admirers to the purity and genuine nature that radiates through every expression.

 

However, the beauty of these young souls extends beyond mere external appearance; it emanates from the light within. Their eyes, often sparkling with curiosity and wonder, reflect a world untouched by cynicism and doubt. It is this inner radiance and genuine spirit that captivates observers, immersing them in a world of innocence and purity.

The beauty of little girls is characterized by a distinctive and ethereal quality. Their tender features, adorned with delicate rosy cheeks and cherubic smiles, exude a sense of innocence and joy that is unparalleled. Each glance captures hearts, drawing admirers to the purity and genuine nature that radiates through every expression.

 

However, the beauty of these young souls extends beyond mere external appearance; it emanates from the light within. Their eyes, often sparkling with curiosity and wonder, reflect a world untouched by cynicism and doubt. It is this inner radiance and genuine spirit that captivates observers, immersing them in a world of innocence and purity.

 

The beauty of little girls is characterized by a distinctive and ethereal quality. Their tender features, adorned with delicate rosy cheeks and cherubic smiles, exude a sense of innocence and joy that is unparalleled. Each glance captures hearts, drawing admirers to the purity and genuine nature that radiates through every expression.

 

However, the beauty of these young souls extends beyond mere external appearance; it emanates from the light within. Their eyes, often sparkling with curiosity and wonder, reflect a world untouched by cynicism and doubt. It is this inner radiance and genuine spirit that captivates observers, immersing them in a world of innocence and purity.

 

In the presence of little girls, time seems to stand still. Their laughter, reminiscent of tinkling bells, permeates the air with a sense of joy and mirth. Their gentle gestures and carefree movements serve as a testament to the beauty of youth, reminding onlookers of the simplicity and unadulterated happiness found in life’s smallest moments.

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Russian passover

 

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Creepy doll

 

Love of a daughter

 

The Dream Won’t Come True BY KATHY FAGAN

  The Dream Won’t Come True 

BY KATHY FAGAN

When we pull into the Sheetz station

on one of the first warm days of spring to gas up,

the ’80s ear bug “Sara,” loud over the speakers,

makes us glad to be alive. We’re ready to commit

to a rewards card because gas is cheap

and the song reminds us of being young,

which today means not yet

orphans and still surprisable. Inside are hundreds

of caffeinated drinks both hot and cold.

We’re fire and ice, goes the Starship song,

like the Frost poem, “Fire and Ice,” and both

are deadly serious in the same silly way.

Rebecca De Mornay starred as Sara in the music

video, and a woman appropriately less

hot as the singer’s mother, both lost

to him, despite the upbeat tempo.

More pop than the Jefferson Airplane of the ’70s,

the pedigree’s there, unlike Grace Slick’s clothing

that night at Gaelic Park when rain shorted

the amps out and stripping seemed to soothe

the crowd. It’s no good to go back

in time. My father-in-law, an old socialist,

met his buddies for coffee at his local Sheetz,

originally a small east coast franchise. People talk

of “good” or “peaceful” deaths as if they’ve seen one,

but it’s always looked like agony to me,

despite the morphine. And knowing at the end

of a hard life that shit gets even harder makes me

long for oblivion, the storm in Sara’s ice-blue

eyes, Grace Slick’s wet breasts. The candles

on the evergreens in spring, so named for their

brightness, their floating phosphorescent fires,

are cold to the touch. Some say the world will end

in fire,/Some say in ice. No time is a good time

for goodbyes. I’d once have asked, of poem and song,

Where do we go when we say goodbye?

Now, when we download the Sheetz app

and the Shell logo appears on our phones,

we feel the energy drain from our bodies.

What will we ever know?

We dream together below bright waves of distraction

like this poem, which I could end with Frost or fire,

song lyrics, dead dads, Sheetz or Shell. You choose.

Does it matter how it ends if it can’t end well.

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Baby doll