I wanna call you my spouse
and not have to be married
you are not my partner
but my family
someone I love
and can’t get away from
no matter how much you might
get on my nerves.
You are in my blood
no matter how far away you might
or how separate our agendas
not brother or cuz
but something more
like twin or shadow
“cloud floating in my blue sky”
you are a part of
exploiters have forever been showing off the work of others and getting praised for their good taste. What about the hand work of those who know how to put their heart and soul into it, and still look good?
That’s that back home asthetic. That pride build asthetic. That “I come from good people” asthetic. That’s that DIY back when we use phtases like “From Scratch” and “Hand Made” come out with some bad shit like “What, this? I whipped this doozy up last night while ya’ll were sleeping.”
Sewing machines used to be scary, ‘cause my mom told me her’s could sew my fingers right up. Now I’m mad at this wack shit, like in middle school when I designed my first dress.
I wanna build my asthetic up again. All I need is a sewing machine and a room, of my own.
Patriarchy:Yeah but look how ugly you looked doing them
Woman:I have value
Patriarchy:Not if you're ugly lol
Woman:I'm conventionally-attractive & posted self-photos on my blog
Patriarchy:I'm so sick of these empty-headed chicks only caring about their looks. Just because you are attractive and get attention from men doesn't mean you are special or deserve respect. Why don't you read a book or do something productive with your life you dumb slut
This is what the school-to-prison pipeline looks like. This is how black youth criminalized.
She was doing a science experiment
She’s being charged as an ADULT
She’s being charged with a FELONY
If this all goes the way the prosecution wants, this young woman will be LEGALLY discriminated against for the rest of her life. No voting, housing discrimination, employment discrimination (as if getting a job while black isn’t hard enough), etc. etc.
There comes a point for every POC, after you have “awakened” to the virulent and systematic nature of your own oppression and that of others, after which your life simply will never be the same. Everything from your life beforehand is called into question—things you said and…
I’m with this but I also thnk, (and maybe this is because as someone who has moved from my home town to a new country) it’s good to hold on to old friends. Like real friends, the people you shared your childhood with. If possible. Not because you owe them, or because you need them but because you were that person and those people and relationships were a part of who you are, most likely will be a part of whoever you’ll grow to be. Hopefully you’ve forged a special kind of “knowing” with some of them that is just beyond everything in this life. That’s something to hold on to.