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A very important thread. Another damning example of white men ripping off work by QTPOC. I will be joining the boycott of this film that has appropriated the work of Reina Gossett, and you should too. Fuck David France and fuck Netflix for literally stealing and profiting off Reina Gossett’s work.
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golden child of the night
who knew star dust could dissipate
we told them we were real
we come in peace
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A heap of whites over the back of the door hang clear away from how the day has gone, cinnamon mud streaking across jeans, blood spurting out of the hand steadying the branch, and raspberries. I was inside crossing off the night, hunting for what to say, twenty years later still breaking lines to go around talking about this, and saw a ghost in the clean kitchen window, the foggy layer of me that you know. You could crash right through it and not see, and you do, brutish good soul, whose bare minimum is still ceremony, whose mistakes never count. But then there’s no resentment in this town, I learned that like a language, like clipped vowels sounding out belonging. You’re the angel I know best. Unconditional means time-blind too. You understand a little, don’t count sun spots or where the blonde strands comes in when they do. That all would slow you down. They talked tonight of your speed and it’s mine too, I’m a second, less understood moon. You take love as it comes and not lust when it goes, just dig inside your wind-battered little home, to the part of your self that lies elbow-deep. But let’s have an event, not to seek attention but to see what’s left of us when a threat is over, the trees that still stand. If we could just let ourselves try the ice and fall through. If you could just see how I flail.
- liz colville // no more tangles
By Chani The Hippie
I can’t write a poem about you without crying.
I keep trying, but I keep feeling your hands on another woman.
I want to write about my heartache, but my mind keeps replaying what you probably are saying to her right now.
Every time I write a word down, I think about how you must make her feel.
I wonder if you love her.
I wonder if you loved the others.
I wonder how many there really were.
I know it wasn’t just one.
Or two.
Or three.
Every time I want to write a poem about you I can’t help but wonder why you were so comfortable laying next to me as you thought about someone else.
The words on my heart are distracted by the thoughts of my mind.
How many times did I never cross your mind?
How many times did you turn your phone on silent?
How many times did you take your ring off?
How many times did you lie?
Did you ever wish you would stop making me cry?
I want to write a poem to make me feel better, but all I can think about is how I was never enough you.
The tears in my eyes hold the poem that my pen cannot write.
The poem that tells you how much you damage you did, and how I will survive it all.
The tears in my eyes hold the poem that wishes it didn’t still love you.
The poem that wishes you would have just loved me the same way I loved you.
The tears in my eyes hold the poem that I can’t write because of you.
Adrienne C. Moore from OITNB has some inspiring words about the power of media and TV shows to change the world.
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I started this poem to get what I needed off my chest But I sat and looked at the blank page and screamed I cried I laughed I was mad Mad at the abuse my soul continues to get from the things I hold so close I'm pissed the fuck off I am now estranged from people I once didn't go a day without speaking to Familiar faces turn into strangers The fire that once burned as ever lasting forever is now ashes left for dust God why have I been chosen to beat a path of world empowerment if my world way going to leave me in the cold I have nothing is what the say nothing at all But I have everything I say everything I could ever need A love A dream A desire for life A smile on my face Well not right now cuz I'm fucking pissed But I have flowers in my back pocket Two dollars in my front And I'm praying for a little sunshine I can put in my hand But I make people nervous because I like stability Worried because I risk so much And so I lose them Why understand what's so foreign The ignorance is more comfortable to swallow Because the illumination from the enlightenment is far too bright for eyes that rather not see me And now I'll never have a chance to look into those eyes again Because I have finally moved from my abandon home that only praised me when I did what was in their will instead of the one that shines with the power of a million suns within me Why trust the path of a hippie who rather spend her last dollar on ice cream on a brisk day than buy something of use...like post it notes See I am not who anyone wants me to be and that has made the people I treasure the most go astray And now I'm fucking mad But this anger is of foul nature like demon piss or Hitler's last cigarette Nothing good in it all And no mutha fucka this poem doesn't have some great ending of "I'll be okay" cuz I'm still fucking mad and this is a gaht damn rant But I hope the more I rant a nigga will stop feeling some kind of way
Me performing my poem “Bad Bitch” tonight.
It was hype. I have to relearn this whole thing again. Haven’t performed it in so long.
There’s ambition in the air There’s love in the air There’s opportunity in the air There’s history in the air There’s power in the air There’s doubt in the air There’s betrayal in the air There’s tension in the air There’s arrogance in the air There’s purpose in the air There’s possibility in the air There’s honesty in the air There’s ownership in the air There’s pride in the air There’s cowardice in the air There’s confusion in the air There’s hesitation in the air There’s certainty in the air Inhale, exit hell. Breathe deep. This is life. Everything comes with this. This IS life. Live, Breathe.
