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africaisdonesuffering:

diasporic back pain
burden after burden rest on your mother’s shoulders. last night she cried herself to sleep because her only son came home so drunk he pissed himself on his way upstairs. in his eyes she once saw the remnants of what she left back home. those eyes that ran in the family; pride and beauty almond shaped and brown. now she carries sorrow and the sight of him reminds her of her own failures. in a land of opportunity she sought refuge, not knowing her seed would grow in a pool of contempt towards her so called backwardness; her reluctance to assimilate into a world that sees them both as foreigners.
every morning she wakes up with a broom in left hand and regrets on her right. years ago she would’ve never imagined herself like this, scrubbing others’ floors, but it’s what keeps them alive. puts food on the table, sends money back home. sometimes it keeps her mind away from being in a constant state of worry that would’ve eaten her alive. where she’s from there’s no such thing as depression. so she breaks her back to keep her heart from breaking, programming herself to stay busy so she doesn’t sit down and contemplate her lonely life. (read more)
Apr 7

africaisdonesuffering:

diasporic back pain

burden after burden rest on your mother’s shoulders. last night she cried herself to sleep because her only son came home so drunk he pissed himself on his way upstairs. in his eyes she once saw the remnants of what she left back home. those eyes that ran in the family; pride and beauty almond shaped and brown. now she carries sorrow and the sight of him reminds her of her own failures. in a land of opportunity she sought refuge, not knowing her seed would grow in a pool of contempt towards her so called backwardness; her reluctance to assimilate into a world that sees them both as foreigners.

every morning she wakes up with a broom in left hand and regrets on her right. years ago she would’ve never imagined herself like this, scrubbing others’ floors, but it’s what keeps them alive. puts food on the table, sends money back home. sometimes it keeps her mind away from being in a constant state of worry that would’ve eaten her alive. where she’s from there’s no such thing as depression. so she breaks her back to keep her heart from breaking, programming herself to stay busy so she doesn’t sit down and contemplate her lonely life. (read more)

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"When men imagine a female uprising, they imagine a world in which women rule men as men have ruled women."

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Sally Kempton

I feel this is very important.

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why do you think they’re so scared?

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Apr 6

"the next time he points out the hair on your legs is growing back remind that boy your body is not his home he is a guest. warn him to never outstep his welcome again"

- rupi kaur (via rupikaur)

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Apr 2

"Intuition literally means learning from within. Most of us were not taught how to use this sense, but all of us know well that ‘gut’ feeling. Learn to trust your inner feeling and it will become stronger. Avoid going against your better judgment or getting talked into things that just don’t feel right."

- Doe Zantamata  (via psych-facts)

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Mar 30
Mar 30

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dykeprivilege:

People misuse the term privilege so fucking much; privilege doesn’t mean “not experiencing specific oppressions” it does however mean “benefitting from systemic institutional inequality”. If your checklist isn’t taking this into account, I categorically refuse to take it seriously.

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Mar 30

"Buy half-price lingerie and model it in your bedroom for yourself. Feel like you have a secret because you’re wearing black, see-through underwear while talking to your teacher about your next assignment. Glance at attractive strangers on public transportation. When they look back, hold their gaze for a few seconds. Get off the train and never see them again, riding the high of your mutual minute of understanding. Keep yourself busy with the things your relationship used to keep you from doing. Practice a hobby. Learn a new language and feel how good it is to say “goodbye” in a new way. Fuck yourself in the shower. Begin to appreciate sex in a way you couldn’t before. Accept more dinner invitations with people who spark your interest, romantically or not. Sing along to pop songs without guilt. Buy yourself flowers to tuck behind your ear. Laugh easily. Let the ache hollow out more room for you to grow. When you catch your ex on the street six months later, smile when they tell you you’ve changed. Consider telling them you are a wildfire that burned over the places they touched. Consider reminding them you cannot know every space in someone by running your fingers over them. For a second, think about asking them to take you back and then laugh because you are no longer the same person they held. You are a wildfire and the world is made of brush. Go ahead and burn."

- What To Do After A Break Up | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

Mar 30

"The colonialists did not introduce homosexuality to Africa but rather intolerance of it—and systems of surveillance and regulation for suppressing it."

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Stephen O. Murray and Will Roscoe, Boy Wives and Female Husbands: Studies of African Homosexualities

Here substitute “homosexuality” (which is a Western construct) with “same sex love & eroticism” and boom. Hit the nail on the head.

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Mar 30

"I’m starting to understand the real failings of multi-cultural education growing up in K-12 schools. We gave everyone access to the “fun” parts of culture. Let’s sing the dreidel song! Now we understand the Jewish experience. Let’s talk about segregation. Wasn’t that wrong. Aren’t we glad it’s over? Let’s take turns reading parts of the “I Have a Dream” speech. We had access to the easy stuff without having to really examine the hard stuff. And we were giving easy access to things that aren’t “ours” and shouldn’t be “ours.” So you can’t just pick up the “fun” stuff and put it into your party theme or Facebook pictures. I’m using simple terms like fun because that’s how multiculturalism was given to us as children. And while it may have served a purpose at the time, it gave us too much access to claim things that aren’t ours. I honestly, honestly think that is some of the reasons why the race parties are such a horrible fad on college campuses. They are carrying on what we did in elementary school. Let’s make culture a party! Everyone bring your cultural food and put on a costume! The racism is present and good percentage of the participants are really expressing deep rooted racism. But some truly don’t want to “understand why it’s wrong” when they are re-enacting what we used to do with culture in elementary schools. Culture was supposed to be fun. “I don’t understand why you are mad now? I thought culture was a party!” Party’s over kids. Put down the head-dress."

- Brian Henry (via theteej)

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Mar 30

"‎To all the girls whose thighs touch, with stretchmarks laid like gold across their backside, with bellies too full for any inadequate hands, thank Goddess for your abundance."

- Kim Katrin Crosby   (via becauseimafuckinglady)

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Mar 30

"Most girls are relentlessly told that we will be treated how we demand to be treated. If we want respect, we must respect ourselves. This does three things. Firstly, it gets men off the hook for being held accountable for how they treat women. And secondly, it makes women feel that the mistreatment and sometimes outright violence they face due to their gender is primarily their fault. And thirdly, it positions women to be unable to speak out against sexism because we are made to believe any sexism we experience would not have happened if we had done something differently. I cannot demand a man to respect me. No more than I can demand that anybody do anything. I can ask men to be nice to me. But chances are if I even have to ask he does not care to be nice. I can express displeasure when I’m not being respected. But that doesn’t solve the issue that I was disrespected in the first place. I can choose to not deal with a man once he proves to be disrespectful and/or sexist. But even that does not solve the initial problem of the fact that I had to experience being disrespected in the first place. As a young girl, I wish that instead of being told that I needed to demand respect from men that I had been told that when I am not respected by men that it’s his fault and not mine. But that would require that we quit having numerous arbitrary standards for what it means to be a “respectable” woman. It would mean that I am not judged as deserving violence based on how I speak, what I wear, what I do, and who I am."

- excerpt from “FYI, I Cannot “Demand” Respect From Men so Stop Telling Me That!" @ One Black Girl. Many Words.  (via fajazo)

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Mar 30

fuckyeahcracker:

"it’s your job to educate me" really just translates to "prove to me that i owe you your humanity"

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Mar 30
Mar 30

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