Blackhistory Stories

Lexianne, Fairy of Functions (She is an African Fairy) She is the fourth colored member of the Braveix Club after Goldewyn, Aria and Ninakurra. She is the most realistic black character I will do. I do care about how well the black community gets represented and how honored and acknowledged their sufferings are. I do recognize you are human. And I want to break that stigma you still are forced to deal with. My past vacation I spent my days listening to an audiobook based on personal black experiences and this book will try to represent the same Authenticness that was heard in that audiobook from adult men and women who were black. So circumstances in this book will be very real compared to other fanfiction books for Winx Club. Some stories in audiobook were recent stories from 2020. God bless you and use you to open other people's eyes. I hope this touches your hearts._Lumna10. Her story, Lexianne's story starts with chaos when she is 5 yrs old it really starts spiraling. Ignore Wattpad telling you this story has a Spotify playlist it doesn't and if it does I did not create it. I don't use Spotify and no one was given permission to make a playlist of this story on Spotify._Lumna10. None of my stories were given permission by me to be put up on Spotify playlist at all._Lumna10

enamor (v): to be filled with a feeling of love for... past tense: enamored Updates: Every Monday (ok I lied 😂)

𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝘼𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙. ••• Arthur Pendergast is a man who walks with the weight of generations in his shadow. As a Black man navigating the sharp corners of London, he's used to being watched, but as a necromancer, he's the one doing the observing. To pass a rainy Tuesday, he decides to sit in on a fake séance hosted by a local "spiritualist" in a drafty Victorian parlour. He expects cheap parlour tricks, hidden magnets, and the predictable scent of stale incense. And Madame Valeska is pro at it all. But as the candles flicker and Valeska begins her practiced wail, the air in the room turns unnervingly cold. Arthur quickly begins to realize that nothing is quite what it seems. The fraud in the velvet shawl isn't the only one hiding a secret, and the knocking on the table isn't coming from her foot-it's coming from somewhere much deeper. In this dark corner of the city, Arthur is forced to remember a chilling truth: monsters don't live under our beds; they live in the recesses of our minds. And tonight, one of those monsters is finally finding its way out. WC: 20,000 + CC: Inky

Michael Henry Mitchell is nobody's fool. He doesn't like people of color. As heir to the Mitchell dynasty, he's in control and easily has his pick of women. Except he has always loved only one girl. Suzanne - and to his frustration, she happens to be black. Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_wMpvXTY1aE

Poem about black history

Valerie loved Bobby. Bobby loved Valerie. Everyone in the community knew it, though the two tried to keep their relations secret. They were childhood friends who grew to be lovers. But they were black. And black people can find themselves in the right place at the wrong time...

poetry

A BLACK SINGER

This is about a female slave who is telling her slave master's wife that she is also just like any other woman outdoors and that she isn't any better of a woman because she lives a fancg live style and have fancy thing.

"you love me for my body and to prove your not racist. you don't love me for who i am and will be, you are nothing to me" - Kora. 1993 Kora, honest & focused. She put all her trust in God, to guide her to her one truelove. 1996 Then came Nathan. After years of prayer & work, would this be her reward?

A journalism about the Trial of Emmett Till and the widow of the Till murderer being a witness to the story about Carolyn Bryant and what really happened the night Emmett Till came in the grocery .

This is a book for anyone who's ever been interested in learning more about African American history.

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Marcus Wheeler is a 26-year-old trucker who thinks he's seen it all-until a routine delivery to a small Illinois town called Anna changes everything. Some places in America never moved forward. And sunset is in four hours.

Poetry

Black liberation theology

Black hands and Black skin what is this? In a society where this skin is a sin. Trying my best to hold on to the things I cling to to put on to look. Beautiful. They are ashamed when I step out even with my classy, eloquent, knowledgeable self. To them my black is not beautiful. So judgmental. I stand high and proud. Because My Black is Beautiful. So why is my black not beautiful to them.