Poetry

Inspired by Rupi Kaur, C.K Sera, Nayyirah Waheed and other warriors & queens before me.

[bimbocracy]

every single negative stereotype about women was dreamt up by men who were projecting. fight me about it.

[bimbocracy]

“women can’t drive”

It is so well known that women are better and safer drivers than men that OUR CAR INSURANCE RATES ARE LOWER. Women get into fewer accidents, get fewer DUIs, and receive fewer speeding tickets than men.

“women never shut up”

Several scientific studies have shown that not only do men talk more than women, they also think that women have been talking for much longer than they actually have. Men interrupt and talk over women, dominate conversations, and still think women talk too much.

“women are shallow”

Lol next

“my wife is my ball and chain lmao”

Multiple studies have shown that marriage between men and women: Increases male lifespan, decreases female lifespan Decreases male depression rates, increases female depression rates Decreases male stress levels, increases female stress levels Increases male health and happiness, decreases female health and happiness Increases a man’s chance of getting a raise or promotion, decreases a woman’s chances of getting a raise or promotion

“women are too emotional”

Men love to say this about women after hurting them, in order to shift the blame and dismiss their feelings in one go. In reality, women are taught to hold our tongues and control ourselves quite literally from birth. We’re taught to put men’s needs and wants ahead of our own emotions regardless of the personal cost. Men are taught to do more or less whatever the fuck they want to women. Men take their emotions out on women while women are expected to shove theirs down.

I could go on and on but I don’t really think I need to.

[latinxfeminist]

This.

[latinxfeminist]

May 9th 2017

I heard this Adele song the night I told my sister you were leaving she told me "Take your eyes off of me so I can leave I'm far too ashamed to do it with you watching me."  My sister was jokingly said ‘this is your song’. Little did she know I walked away in tears. Little do you know I've cried every night since you told me. Have been writing feverishly since I found out. You came to me with a cigar on a Sunday. Hugged me and asked. Have you already smoked? I laughed and lied. Said no. You saw right through me and said I hope you're not smoking because of me. I fake my most genuine giggle. Little do you know I've smoked every day for the last twelve days. It's been exactly 12 days since that fateful night. The night I realized how in love with you I was. The same night you said. I'm leaving in 3 weeks.

[latinxfeminist]

My love letter,

You say you want intimacy and commitment but were born into a generation of hook ups and dissolutions. You tell me you love your mom and your sisters. You’d kill for your baby niece. “God- family - soccer over everything” you talk to me about the other women in your life about how much you were willing to provide. How well you treated them how you’re such a chivalrous gentleman. You go out of your way to protect and prove yourself and type of man you really are. Oh sweetie is your masculinity that fragile?

I see it’s clear you’ve had your heart broken the woman that played you scared you forever. Now you walk around talking about how you’re such a good guy. How all these women don’t measure up to you. How you can’t find a good girl cause women these days stay reckless. Fuck these sluts bitches and hoes. Right?

Isn’t it ironic. I sit and watch you while thinking about my past. I’m the one that cooks cleans caters and serves. The one who takes care of and tends to. I’m the one that your mom loves. The one that your sisters leave their kids with. The one that also has a career. Who’s finished her degree. The one that’s got it all together.

I’m smart enough to please you, humble enough to not threaten you, pretty enough to suit you, selfless enough to be unconditional with you. But it’s that patriarchy that’s got us all types of fucked up. See your masculinity comes with inability to be self sufficient. You’d die without your mom. Your sisters. Your aunts. All the women that raised you. That made you. That nursed you and cared for you. They left you with needs and assumptions of what I should do for you. How I should act towards you. You come to me with all your gendered expectations and it’s like I’ve lost all free will. My femininity has me denying and sacrificing myself. Remember you always come first. You know I love you and will bend over backwards for you.

I’m that fucking walking contradiction. My brain says fuck gender blow mine with your male entitlement but I’m up an hour before you making sure your breakfast is ready and your lunch is done. See I’m supposed to know better than that. You know I damn well do. But here I am. Writing you something. Calling you out on your shit while still enabling your fucked up habits. Telling you how toxic your masculinity is while I sit back and endure all your indiscretions. See I’m the one that will always do the little things for you. I’ll leave you surprises in your bag. I’ll correct that proposal you wrote. I’ll make your doctor’s appointments for you. Get you your favorite cereal and your movie too. I’ll remind you that you have a deadline, cheer you on when you’re almost done, walk you through step by step, make sure that everything you need is done. I’m the one you can confide in, the one that will always have your back. Always happy to show my support and wish you the best of luck. I’m the one that will remember all of your important dates and will make sure that you always celebrate. Now see… don’t tell me you want to marry me. Babyboy you really just want to marry your mom.

[nolookfirmino-deactivated201904]

do men have resting bitch faces as well or do they not have negative characteristics ascribed to them for putting on a neutral rather than a deliriously happy facial expression

[12yearsaking-deactivated2015081]

Yes, Black men in majority white spaces do. If I don’t smile every single second of the day my coworkers become in intimidated and start asking me what’s wrong, telling me to smile, make jokes about how I’m trying to be a thug/act hard, why am I angry, etc. And it’s not just white men at my job God FORBID I my large Black ass makes a white girl feel threaten because I’m sitting down with a neutral expression.

I’m not trying to take this post away from women and make it about Black men but I want to point out that wether it’s patriarchy or white supremacy; those who feel as if they have power over you HATE to see you not smile. They are so used to people like you smiling to gain their approval that when you don’t there’s a cognitive dissonance that makes them extremely uncomfortable.

That’s why “angry Black women” is a thing. They have to put on a smile for everyone (yes even feminist white women) or we all get uncomfortable.

[naamahdarling]

This is such an amazing response.

[themodernmisandrist]

If men stopped working…the world would continue on.

If women stopped working, then things would get ugly.

[algo-hermoso]

What?

[tabathagfitzgerald]

there has been an instance where this happened. it was 1975 and icelandic women decided not to work for one day.  working as in cooking, cleaning, taking care of the children, doing chores and so on, not only “not showing up to your workplace”. women did nothing that day, except showing up in reykjavik and protesting for gender equality, equal pay and equal representation in parliament, you know, cool stuff.  you know what happened? havoc. men were left with food to cook and children they never took care of to pick up from kindergarden and entertain for the day. they went en masse to the food shops buying sausages because they could cook nothing else, they had to bond with children they never spent more than a couple hours a day with. they struggled combining their work day and the domestic tasks they had to sort out. and this just for one day. iceland in 1975 stopped working and things indeed got ugly. so ugly that women in the following decades became woke AF and soon it happened that women became president, took half of the seats in parliament and achieved one of the best living environments in the world. is your astonishment solved now?

[huffpost]

Giving credit where credit is due.

[howtolivefatandhappy]

I’m just going to leave this here. 

[mellamesarajane-deactivated2024]

[latinxfeminist]

To the men I have loved

Thank you for all the lessons. Thank you for the not so gentle reminder of what it means to be loyal, committed and respectful. Thank you for showing me what not to look for in a partner. Thank you for the ruined eye make up, the swollen eyes, and the lonely sleepless nights. Thank you for highlighting what I needed to instill in my non existent children. Thank you for not being a man man. See, you didn't realize that these were all life lessons. These were the reasons you were brought into my life so that I could raise my consciousness. I write this as a living reminder to self of my value. My worth. My power. None of which you were ever equipped to understand. Wicked world trying to beat that out of me. I can't even begin to think about what it would have meant for us to be together. You walked into my life like a king. Full of life, love, dreams and hopes. Little did I know the journey you were about to take me on. Little did I know you'd betray me, belittle me, disrespect me, and use me. You just needed me for what I had to offer. You wanted what I gave you. You didn't want me for me. Imperfectly raw tragically flawed but always unconditional. You only wanted what was convenient for you. You wanted me to be for you. You only wanted me to be for you. You only wanted me to be for you.

[latinxfeminist]

I hate that I love you. That I ever loved you. You took a part of me that I'll never get back. You done broke me. I resent you I regret you I no longer respect you.

No longer will I hang on to you. I will not be controlled by you. Confused by you. Disempowered by you.

I can't be her. I won't be her. I don't fit her. That image- the mirage in your mind- you don't realize she's not real? You invented her. Created her. Devised her. She's not real. She's not real. She's not real. You fantasize about her. She's only in your head. How could you ever expect me to live up to that? How could you ever think I would have any desire to embody something unrealistic. Something concocted out of self interest and need. See the irony is that I never put myself first in your life. You were always the one. Always the most important. Always my top priority. I would have died for you. Killed for you. Left myself for you. What the fuck else did you want from me? What else could I have given you? I gave up me for you.  

[scornpios]

I’d still support planned parenthood even if 100% of what they supplied was abortions.

[themoonisfree]

I found this on Facebook and I couldn’t read it without crying. Their story needs to be heard. Idk their name but on Facebook they go by Made Moiselle. They asked that people share this so I am because these racist ass cops NEED TO BE STOPPED!

“Hi FB! I have watched and posted many stories about police brutality for some time as I know many of you have as well, but part of me has always been relieved that it didn’t happen to me…until now!

On Saturday at 2 or 3 in the morning, my girlfriend and I were heading home in a cab after watching the last round of Afro Punk’s Battle of the Bands! We got out of the cab a block from where we live and decided to walk home. We were singing, laughing, and talking about the night when suddenly a white man came barreling down the street clearly upset about something and bumped into me.

Alarmed, I asked him if he was ok. He turned around and barked at me to mind my own business “you fucking dyke!” Shocked, I told him to watch his mouth. He then shoved me so hard I fell back. I got up and told him not to touch me again. He then started attacking me out of no where with rage in his eyes! He had me in a chokehold and kept repeatedly hitting me in my face. Feeling all the air escaping my lungs as my life was slipping away, I bit his arm so hard so that he would release me. He was trying to kill me!

My girlfriend seeing this tried to pull me from his grip, but he grabbed me by my hair and continued to punch me in the face and attack me. We kept yelling at him to let me go, but when I looked in his eyes I didn’t see a man, I saw a monster. A monster that wanted to kill me. And he would have had I not kept biting him with all my strength. When my girlfriend tried to get in the middle to pull us apart, he then turned on her. Knowing that she is much smaller than me, I feared that he would try to kill her too, so I jumped on him and continued to bite him.

He was much larger than us. I am 5'5 115lbs. My girlfriend is 5'2 105lbs. This man is around 6ft 220lbs with muscles. We had no chance against him so the only thing I felt I could do was disable him by biting him as hard as I could all over. I bit his fingers, chest, arm, anywhere I could land my teeth so he would stop attacking.

When I jumped on him after he tried to attack my girlfriend he slammed me on the ground so hard I nearly blacked out from the pain. Now he was on top of me choking me and hitting me. I yelled for help! We just so happened to be by a police precinct.

The man that was attacking me then said that he was a cop. Surprised and in completely disbelief, my girlfriend shouted at him to show us his badge. I couldn’t believe that an actual cop would attack two women on their way home. Suddenly an unmarked car pulled up, and a cop jumped out. He ran towards us. I thought I was finally saved. Little did I know, we were not!

He handcuffed my girlfriend. I was stunned and asked him to tell me why. He never said. Then a swarm of police came and threw me on the ground. My head hit the pavement so hard that I thought for sure, this is it, I am going to die! I could hear my girlfriend in the background crying and I kept trying to assure her that everything would be ok, but deep down I knew it wasn’t true. They all roughed me up, putting all of their weight on my neck, back and shoulders as they forcefully placed me in handcuffs.

I kept shouting for them to tell us why we were being arrested. They never said anything to us. They didn’t read us our rights or tell us the reason for our arrest. All they did was throw us in a holding cell at the 63rd precinct. Completely emotional and angry at this point, I kept demanding that they tell us why we were being arrested. They all kept quiet. I told them that they were wrong. That we did nothing wrong and that this man attacked us. I told them to release my girlfriend because she didn’t deserve to be in jail. I didn’t either, but I knew they were going to try to keep one of us locked up and I didn’t want her to go to jail. After a lot of yelling and screaming, they finally released my girlfriend because I’m sure they knew they had no real reason to hold her.

I on the other hand, was accused of assaulting an officer and I was sent to Rikers jail. I spent the day in Rikers replaying the nights events, crying silently wondering how could this happen and why to me. I have to go to trial on Thursday early in the morning, but I have to post this so you all will know that police brutality is real. They are not here to protect you, you are the enemy.

Please share this post, so the world knows what is going on. I am posting pictures of my injuries so you all will see what this monster did to me. My eye is bleeding, my jaw is bruised and swollen, I have bruises all up and down my body from the assault and there is barely a single part of me that isn’t in excruciating pain. The bruises, cuts and physical scars are nothing compared to the emotional and psychological scars that will remain with my girlfriend and I forever.

I am still shaken by this, and the battle has only just begun, but please help me by spreading the word! This has got to stop! We need to show them, that this is not ok! That we will not continue to stand for this injustice! Unlike our fallen comrades like Trayvon Martin, Mike Brown and the thousands of people that were killed by the hands of these cops, I am just grateful to God that I am still alive to tell my story, so please share it with as many people as you can! Thanks in advance!“

PLEASE BOOST!

[antlerblack-deactivated20170814]

Their names are Stephanie and Nandi. They are friends of mine. This whole ordeal has been nightmarish. Thanks for reblogging!! The NYPD–hell, any police force– should not be allowed to brutalize people who have committed no crimes. They shouldn’t even be allowed to brutalize anyone if they did do something wrong. This shit is out of control. It needs to change, now!

[themoonisfree]

Thank you for that info! I knew someone would recognize them! I have seen them in passing at queer events in the past but didn’t know their names. And yes I completely agree with you! Only a heartless or soulless individual can ignore what happened to them. It’s fucked up.

[musinvenusian]

omg thats so fucking horrible i feel horrified for her and her girlfriend. I want them to get justice

[urbanrealism]

[nubiana-americana-deactivated20]

Damn

[clasiicbae-deactivated20170321]

IMPORTANT

“After interviewing some 8,000 people in Atlanta, Emory University professor of psychiatry Dr. Kerry Ressler and his colleagues say that they are seeing evidence of higher rates of PTSD in this urban population than in war veterans.”

“We are seeing the same (high instances of PTSD) in cities like D.C. and Chicago”

“This wide range of trauma experience meant that 32% of this population suffered PTSD symptoms.”

http://www.cnn.com/2014/03/27/health/urban-ptsd-problems/

[mysharona1987]

[subbieblackgrl]

Just sayin'

Being desired and being appreciated are not the same. A person can want to have you and still not recognize your value.

[forevrdreamingofbetterthings]

Native Americans Get Shot By Cops at an Astonishing Rate

So why aren’t you hearing about it?

Nearly 100 people demonstrated in downtown Denver earlier this week after police there shot and killed 35-year-old Paul Castaway on July 12. Police said the man was coming towards an officer with a knife, but his family and witnesses on the scene dispute those claims and say he was pointing the knife toward himself.

The shooting comes a little more than a month after two Denver Police officers were cleared in the shooting death of Jessie Hernandez, a 17-year-old girl killed in January when the officers fired into a stolen car she was supposedly driving toward them in an alley.

According to his mother, Castaway struggled with schizophrenia and alcoholism. Witnesses say he was holding a knife to his own throat and didn’t threaten officers,according to the Denver Post. Castaway was shot four times and died later that night. Denver Police Department spokesman, Sonny Jackson, told the Post that the department is reviewing the incident, and that the officers involved will be named soon.

Castaway was a Lakota Sioux. His death brings up a rarely-discussed aspect of the ongoing conversation around police brutality in the United States: Native Americans are more likely than most other racial groups to be killed by police. Indian Country Today noted that according to the Center on Juvenile and Criminal Justice, a nonprofit organization that studies incarceration and criminal justice issues, police kill Native Americans at a higher rate than any other ethnic group.

The center’s analysis relied on data from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention and the National Center for Health Statistics. It found that Native Americans, making up just .8 percent of the population, are the victims in 1.9 percent of police killings. When the numbers are broken down further, they reveal that Native Americans make up *three of the top five top age-groups killed by law enforcement:

Center on Juvenile and Criminal Justice

“This is a reflection of an endemic problem in the perception of non-white people when it comes to the administration of justice,” Chase Iron Eyes, an attorney with the Lakota People’s Law Project in South Dakota, told Mother Jones. The group put out a report called “Native Lives Matter” in February discussing various ways the justice system disproportionately impacts Native Americans. He said the US Department of Justice needs to address police violence against Native Americans and that Castaway’s death is only the most recent example of the problem.

“You can tell they’re shooting out of fear,” he said. “If it’s not out of hate, for some reason they’re pulling the trigger before determining what the situation actually is. Something does need to happen. Somebody does need to take a look and we need help.” LINK

So… let me get this straight…. These cops killed Paul Castaway to stop him from committing suicide? Is that what happened?!?!?! 

Also, if these cops can’t handle a little uncertainty and fear for their lives (bc let’s face it, that’s the job they chose) they have no business doing it. And since fear is such a subjective thing, racism is often such a huge player in what we identify as risky and dangerous to us. 

This means that it’s a social construct that can be UNLEARNED. 

This is not how life has to be and we CAN and MUST do better!!!! 

[latinxfeminist]

Immigration.

My people murdered and exiled. Our land destroyed. Our culture stolen and appropriated. Our sociocultural structures degraded. Our lives devalued. Our humanity lost. Chaos is all that I have known. How could I ever love a country that ripped me from my roots only to drag me into foreign lands kicking and screaming. I may never know what it is like to feel like I belong. It’s not my choice to be here. I am not welcomed. 

[latinxfeminist]

Numb.

Pain. Anger. Outrage. Anguish.

This is all that I know. It is everything that I feel.

Terrifying. Heartbreaking. Gut-wrenching. Fury

I simply do not want to feel any more.