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everyone has an opinion and everyone is right.....

except that guy who says that not everyone can be right

fuck what he says about contradictions and reasoning

is he too proud to admit that he is wrong

everyone is right

he says he's right

when he's right I'm wrong

when I'm right he's wrong

what a dogmatist

what a dick!

I am the source of my own meaning

I am the source of my own truth

I am the overdramatic voice of the oppressed American

the product of too much time and luxury

Truth? he cares about truth? do you want to know the truth?

the truth is that I can't stand the thought of being wrong

I am terrified because I know that guy is right

I am the voice of pride hidden in an ignorant box of false humility and concern for the people

I am concerned with myself and I am occupied with myself

I am dug in, and I will not be uprooted

fuck that guy

that guy is wrong

trevorhansen412

"i have never wanted another life, but i know the story of pursuit: the dream of a gate standing open, a grill and folding chairs, a new yard boxed in light."

Root- Terrance Hayes

#thought #new #fresh #free #tradeplaces

(via trevorhansen412)

See, I only date hood. My last man? He never even met his father. Four women, six kids. Three of whom are named after luxury cars

Ross Gay, Some Instructions on Black Masculinity Offered to my Black Friend by the White Woman He Briefly Dated, A Monologue

#tragic #ignorant #racist

Where you see misunderstanding I see knuckles and teeth for sale in a storefront window

Ross Gay, Within Two Weeks the African American Poet Ross Gay is Mistaken for Both the African American Poet Terrance Hayes and the African American Poet Kyle Dargan, Not One of Whom Looks Anything Alike

#Racist #ignorant

He is the youngest, with his sleeves rolled to the elbows. Another smiles more slyly in the shadow of his hat and appears to be pulling

Steve Scafidi, Onlookers on the Burning Body of Jesse Washington

#hate #racism

I could feel the nation shaping, it was something about the collective dream of the rich land and the violent wanting

Dana Levin, Techno

#fatalistic #whats the point #nothing will change

To those who died on the Coast. This is a memory of the Coast: to each his own recollections, her reclamations, their restorations, the return of the Coast.

Natasha Tretheway, Liturgy to the Mississippi Gulf Coast

The one who pries his mother’s fingers from beer cans, one who wires pickups and ditches them in canyons, one who swaggers and stares stone-inducing stares before crossing over and driving to the hole

James Hoch, The Court of Forgetting

#tragic #hurt #escape

Try this: head south on Mississippi 49, one-by-one mile markers ticking off another minute of your life. Follow this to its natural conclusion-- dead end

Natasha Tretheway, Theories of Space and Time

#fatalistic #hopeless #whats the point

I return to Mississippi, state that made a crime of me—mulatto, half-breed—native in my native land, this place they’ll bury me.

Natasha Treteway, South

#identity #self #pride

He says, Fuck them white people at work, Man. He was an All-American in high school. He’s cool, but he don’t know what I am, & so what.

Terrance Hayes, What I Am.

#misunderstood #fake

The girls are eager to transform him with a kiss; the boys eager to see him on the basketball court. But their principal greets him with a “Get the Hell out of here!”

Terrance Hayes, Segregate.

#hate # racism

There is blood, there, he says Blood here too, down here, she says Only blood, the Blood Mother sings

Juan Felipe Herrera, Blood on the Wheel

#fatalistic #struggle #purpose

It is in my nature to disappear.

Juan Felipe Herrera, Punk Half Panther

#alone #purpose #helpless

Blackness — the Black of it, the rust-red of it, the milk and cream of it, the tan and yellow -tan of it, the deep -brown middle -brown high -brown of it, the “olive” and ochre of it— Blackness marches on.

Gwendolyn Brooks, Primer for Blacks

#pride #persistence #purpose

If there are flowers flowers must come out to the road.

Gwendolyn Brooks, Young Afrikans

#pride #voice

We Jazz June. We Die soon

Gwendolyn Brooks, We Real Cool

#fatalistic #purpose

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