February 2012
7 posts
“The single story creates stereotypes, and the problem with stereotypes is not...”
– Chimamanda Adichie
“Nobody can teach me who I am. You can describe parts of me, but who I am - and...”
– Chinua Achebe (via anthologyz)
tu eres mi otro yo
chasingtendrils:
she asks: “how do you know?” resonance because here encircled in your arms i see in lak ech our hearts close enough to synchronize we are: scent intertwining heat doubling eyes meeting, hinting, daring legs, arms, hair tangling delicious frictions
of course i know because right now you linger in my skin you are my other self
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“Without a way to name our pain, we are also without the words to articulate our...”
– bell hooks (via restoried)
“Though we tremble before uncertain futures
may we meet illness, death and...”
– Gloria E. Anzaldúa (via hellabreezys)
the letter your mother couldn't write.
dear daughter, if you’ve inherited my heart then don’t be ashamed of how desperate you sometimes feel or how you stain sheets and shirts that you are sopping wet a walking haemmorhage curious hands in the shower the first menses of a young girl a virgin writhing on a bed you are on fire you are like your mother. so how could i ever talk about sin or damnation when you have legs like creaking...
January 2012
16 posts
“It is all about falling in love with yourself and sharing that love with someone...”
– Eartha Kitt (via avrgblkgrl)
enigma
chasingtendrils:
i forget that i have high pain tolerance those needles are nothing compared to anxiety i forget because i’m stubborn, easily captivated by my fears i feel like a wound, painful and obvious and now i have two on my face one is for clarity, the other for intention twice a day i must self-care gentle soaks in saline solution tenderly remove the debris and clotting i’m learning to...
vulnerability
chasingtendrils:
she wouldn’t be good for me the self-identified jerk and manipulator walked me into the bushes and asked if i was a push-over i couldn’t deny it her humor is almost too sharp regardless, she thrills me i fall easily for those who call my name my awkward syllables flowed from her tongue so smoothly it sounded strange this tender heart needs calluses my soft insides beat fast too...
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Goapele - Closer
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“The fact that I
am writing to you
in English
already falsifies what I
wanted...”
– Gustavo Perez Firmat, Bilingual Blues: Poems, 1981-1994 (via anthologyz)
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She told me she wanted me to listen...
So I said to what? She said listen to the heartbeat of all the memories of my failed relationships and then love me like the cure for cancer. Answer the questions of my life with silence and sometimes, just listen.
You don’t wear a halo and I don’t need a saving grace, just embrace my pain enough to feel it. I don’t need you to illuminate my problems and make my wrongs right, even the sun must...
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hello-bonnie:
sometimes I wanna stop ‘cause lately you’re all I think about I can’t tell if you’re bad for me good for me but I know I want you when I see you I wish I could hold you hold me even for just a couple seconds you’d make my day you make me weak in the knees I melt like butter when you’re near me things I’d hate with you, I find charming you say there’s other guys but I only have my...
“I want to see you.
Know your voice.
Recognize you when you
first come...”
– Rumi (via piathabia)
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Watch
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giraffed:
Lauryn Hill - Selah
“Please, save me...
at the thought of you
warsanshire:
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i gut fruit with my mouth
push tongue into black belly of papaya
peel lychee with teeth
bite into ripe pear
suck on stone of mango
all of this, over the kitchen sink
barefoot
middle of winter
sticky hands pushing hair away from face
moaning into sweet flesh
the whole time
your name flat against the roof of my mouth.
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December 2011
4 posts
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“It takes strength to absorb all of the abuse I did, great love to absorb all of...”
– Lauryn Hill
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Whisper Some Silver Reply James Nikko
These digressions consume me. Don’t do this to me. Once again, I am becoming a victim of my own imagination. It’s scary. I know I’ve been given an extraordinary mind, and it’s not even mine to begin with. So, how do I reclaim such a chimerical foundation because these minute, saltwater fountains will never release enough pain to...
September 2011
2 posts
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Watchsharvondaphotog:
Kai’s “controversial” poem. This topic I can definitely relate to as someone who was told in high school that I “act white” because I got straight A’s, and in college, “I thought you were stupid until you spoke” because I’m black. (Had to compress it all crazy to get it to upload to Tumblr. It had to be removed from “other outlets” due to verbal content. But what happens on...
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Message from Troy Davis: 'Never Stop Fighting For... →
fuckyeahmarxismleninism:
Troy was found guilty of murdering a police officer 19 years ago, based upon the testimony of 9 witnesses. Today, 7 of those 9 have recanted their testimony entirely, and there are enormous problems with the testimony of the remaining 2 witness accounts. There is NO OTHER EVIDENCE. The murder weapon was never found. There is no DNA to test. Troy is scheduled to die by...
August 2011
1 post
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Watch“… I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal… And those are the very days you have all the more reason to say thank you. Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop...
June 2011
2 posts
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Watch“Thinking About You”
March 2011
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“Word” Kamalayan Kollective. Art Space/Gallery.
A precursor to Pinay Week, this sensory workshop explores the androgyny of spoken word poetry with pieces that stem from the mind, but are wrapped around the heart. “Word” celebrates the transformative poetry of everyday language, of the personal experiences, of the stories and lives of Pinays, womyn of color, and allies.
A...
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“I don’t think either one of us has any right to treat the tears we cry over...”
– Meilani Clay
February 2011
4 posts
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mga3:
Each day silently affirm that you are the type of person with whom you would want to spend the rest of your life.
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January 2011
2 posts
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Untitled
Kirya Traber
I am sick
Or at least I think I am
I give myself this title to maintain my sanity
Because otherwise I’m left incapacitated
Without excuses
I hate my body
Or at least this thing that is inside of it because
I refuse to claim that which gives me so much frustration
I’m numb
Like I’ve swallowed a pin cushion and
It’s embedded in the mucus membrane
Just enough so I...
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“… I look so ugly these days… feeling like feeling never applied to...”
– Chinaka Hodge
December 2010
1 post
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Watchgiraffed:
“Shifting perceptions of youth by combating illiteracy, alienation, and silence to create a global movement of brave new voices bringing the noise from the margin to the core.”
November 2010
3 posts
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“Time is a construction we use to distance ourselves from how we used to feel....”
– JB, HK, AR, KT, DY
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Birth of a Revolution: Common Retrospects of...
Eighteen years under my own silent compliance,
a year I finally discovered how to be defiant.
Seventeen years I defined myself by this magazine,
when in reality, all I wanted to do is scream,
“I just wanna be me.”
Sixteen years does not call for a celebration,
to capitalize on an age that has no special occasion.
Fifteen years I was confirmed into the Catholic religion,
hoping...
October 2010
1 post
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“Be the critical individual to turn innocence into vigilance because enough is...”
– Joellene Buccat (via giraffed)
July 2010
4 posts
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Undisclosed Significance
My undisclosed significance towards
your indescribable tones knocks me deeply
into this cold water bath that I refer to as situation.
Words resonate from a distance measured by friendship,
and quite likely, my ears are caught up with headphones
rotating the latest sounds by an R&B artist expressing his
or her feelings that most often pertains to this so called
love that I’ve been...
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“So, we continue operating, practicing our horticulture on the same land eroded...”
– Urban Word NYC