I love my friends that text me “Gurl you are a trending topic on tumblr. Queens are going in on you.” After reading some of the comments and assumptions it saddens me to see that there are people with so much misguided rage. I’m gonna say once again if you don’t know where I’m from and all you do…
Nah bitch shut the hell up. Shut your ass up. Fuck you and everything you stand for. You know why? Because youre a fucking thief. Youre disgusting. Fuck you using the n word. Fuck you and your completely unoriginal kelly and beyonce bullshit. Fuck you stealing hood feminism. Fuck you trying to be black without being black. Fuck you profiting off our backs. You should fucking know better as an *~~ undocumented ~~* person. Fuck you for throwing us under the bus. For throwing away the people of color who are in academia to feed their families someday. For throwing away the immigrant kids whos parents pushed them to get good grades and get into school in this piece of shit country so they could have a better life. Fuck you for forgetting about us and trying to throw us into the ivory tower boat where we dont fit in anyways.
Stop using our language. Dont steal our aave. I dont give a fuck where you were raised stop talking like us. Stop trying to be us since you dont give a fuck about us. Also your poetry fucking sucks. The shit i write while drunk is better than your entire body of work.
My hair is fixed, ima focus on my degree, while blogging about queer radical shit (cuz thats my life you limp soggy queen) cuz im tryna make a life for myself cuz my parents did not drag us across countries for nothing. Youre not interesting. Yourean old and dusty wanna be. Sincerely a queer black hood femme refugee poet/activist bitch with better hair, better lipstick, better poetry, and better politics than youll ever fucking have.welp.
yea perf went in, so i need it on my page
scot nakagawa breaks down how anti-black racism is the fulcrum of white supremacy.
yesterday marked the 25th year of your death.
i texted mom, i called her, she didn’t answer. she texted later in the day saying something sassy: oh you’re not so bz anymore and remembered you have a mother.
i remember a lot of things that i wish i could forget, kenken.
there are days, weeks and entire months where i wish i could forget about the weight of guilt.
i don’t miss you like mom misses you. my feelings and thoughts about you are frozen in time. they’re the feelings i had when i was five and you were three, when you died.
all these years. my five year old self. still trying to sooth myself for wishing you were dead, and then you died.
now that i’m older, through some way or another, mom, dad, and kuya have all told me in their own ways how —- each of them believe it’s their fault you died. my five year old self still believes it’s her fault you died. and in a way that’s how we’re living still. living knowing we all outlived the youngest of the family and failed to protect you.
happy 25th d-day. in nine days you’ll have been 28. you might have had kids by now, i could have been an auntie to one or more by now. we miss you, we love you.
"Today, on this International Women’s Day, I celebrate and bow to the women writers who dared to be seen, who dared to be heard, who dared to define their lives for themselves. Without you, I would not and could not exist as a young woman of color writer, adding my voice to the collective chorus singing the experience of marginalized womanhood. I am deeply humbled to be a part of this legacy.” —from my new essay celebrating Womens History Month through the words and works of women of color writers
These are all the gender neutral pronouns I’ve managed to hunt down but I am ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN there are several missing. So hmu if you know of any others or if I conjugated these incorrectly c: