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Ao3-@Morrowmoon
BLM is still a thing. If you don’t reblog this, but would’ve in June/July you were only in support of black lives when it was a trend. They still need justice
this pride month please remember that the violence and discrimination against transfems, transmascs, nonbinary, and intersex people are all of equal importance and weight, and equally worth acknowledging and addressing. none of them have it better or worse than the others, we are all living under a system that seeks to erase and destroy us.
No one fears drowning when you’ve been under the water for so long
When you’ve been discouraged to swim for so long.
I stuff an appl3
Down
As the numbers rise
My stomach bugles
Hunger does not hymn to me
As I take another bite
Glut instead of pray
My mind a milky haze
I can’t pray
I can’t stop
Another mistake
Misused worth
As st. Tunn shakes her head,
M’stumach bugles w/ tem-po-rary
Relief.
I need the pressure on my teeth
I need to pray these thoughts away
Yet another knot of steak calls my name
To drown the hunger I should pray
Yet god doesn’t holdout a light to
Me
In this endless sea of tears and sweets
My stomach bugles after I eat
Yet it always bugles, even when I sleep
My thighs rub together—they’re thick
Lewd thoughts coat them w/ slick
To pray these lewd thoughts away
I would do anything
B’fore god strikes down with judgement day
And everyday, I wonder if god had a say
When casting me to the earth and shackling me in misery
But does it matter?
For all the times I’ve called out
Only facts have reached out
That I’m allowing my misery
To consume
Me
My stomach bugles every day of the week
I feel disgusting for eating—I feel weak
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Ao3: summary;
God can’t save me now, as I drown in this sea of prayer, food hums to me.
Back in the late phases of my MLP:FIM phase when I was like, 6 or 7 (no pun intended) I used to alternate between shipping and no shipping. I know a lot of people ship Rainbow dash and Applejack, because like—they’re married or implied to be (this was part was written 1/3/26.)
To use my name, y'u breathe six letters upon me
To ch'nge my name
For e'sy vocal release
Would release me,
Into a endless pit
Of embr'ssment
A slave name,
You have bestowed upon me.
Escape, I must, from the spark that is babe to a flame.
All my life,
I have stayed the same
A slave to kindnesses
A slave to Y*UR name.
Freedom is something my mind cannot comprehend,
To u, I'm a slave to my skin,
Brown enslaved by words and my kin.
I feel t'rn, as St. Tunn's words sink in
Not culture you say, as the blizzard tribe strips me of my African name.
As curly as my locs m'y be
I'll never be black to feel as black as I'm supposed to be.
Yet,
(I) Brown enough to hang under th* tree.
To remove my name, to forget the name I champion under,
You snuff out the spark
The spark that came when St. Tunn struck me
As she rules my brother and I.
They say, to name is to d’fine
And to respect, d’v’ne
To her, I am a slave ev'ry day.
For now, as she screams out a name,
I respond,
Freedom I have disregarded for safety,
As I drift away,
For is a name a shackle?
Or is a shackle a name?
Identity. To sum it up.
I wanted to share something a little more personal as I was inspired by another poet on here and some other works of poetry. I just want to disclose that I am African/black American, which ties into this a lot as it's one of the most questioned parts of my identity by myself and others.
Using someone's preferred name gives them power and validates their identity, especially with dead names of trans people. Deadnaming them is to hurt their identity. To address them with no name would be to ignore that they exist. The last two are both terrible ofc but I just wanted to share what I took away from a video about identity.
Also don't ask what was going on at the third stanza.
Please note I haven't written anything for months, so the quality decline from ahh to garbage is result of that.
Okay listen! This has potential I think, it could get rewritten. Also, everything is intentional and I wrote this all on the site knowing it could crash. I just felt ,like saying that idk.
Also been watching GACHIAKUTA and I love it so far.
"Being rude is easy.
It does not take any effort and is a sign of weakness and insecurity.
Kindness shows great self-discipline and strong self-esteem.
Being kind is not always easy when dealing with rude people.
Kindness is a sign of a person who has done a lot of personal work and has come to a great self-understanding and wisdom.
Choose to be kind over being right, and you’ll be right every time because kindness is a sign of strength."
U.N. Owen.
Coco Gauff: "I'm not going to apologise for the way that my hair looks because there are other girls who have the exact same hair as me. "My hair was good enough for a high fashionable brand like Miu Miu. If my hair is good enough for that, then yours is too." Right on!
What Happened:
Coco Gauff has faced comments (especially online) about her natural hair—things like it being “messy” or not fitting traditional (often Eurocentric) ideas of what “polished” looks like. Instead of conforming, she pushed back.
Her message is simple but powerful:
She’s not apologizing for her natural hair
She’s affirming that girls who look like her are already enough
She’s calling out double standards in beauty expectations
When she mentions Miu Miu, she’s making a point:
👉 If her natural hair is accepted and celebrated in high fashion, then nobody else should be made to feel like it’s not acceptable in everyday life.
This hits deeper than just hair:
It challenges Eurocentric beauty standards
It speaks to Black identity, confidence, and representation
It empowers young girls to stop shrinking themselves to fit in
It’s also part of a bigger cultural shift where more athletes, celebrities, and everyday people are proudly showing up as they are—no apologies.
Racists will forever and a day not mind their own damn business. They tug on us daily, trying to steal our joy.
“Hush!” “Hush!”
Can you hear it?
The call of the Mortal Maiden?
Even across a sea, lies a great tree,
Where mother maiden is the queen bee
Feasting on Male Melodies.
Women outcasted by their small island of Litcha, left on a boat, forever drifting across the vast sea, are pulled in by a primordial and kind entity known as the Mortal Maiden, she is the tree, the one who lets her daughters rest on the branches of her body. Blessing them with enteral and collective peace.
“Mortal Maiden, oh Mortal Maiden, heed our call,”
You were here before we lived, pure while we fall
“Mortal Maiden, oh Mortal Maiden, thrown acorns where you descend,”
You are all but evil and wrong
“Mortal Maiden, oh Mortal Maiden, we water the place you sleep,”
“Mortal Maiden, Mortal Maiden, we fluff our hair and toy our sheep.”
We listen and we pray for harvesting day
The sun will set over the humming birds
“Mortal Maiden, Mortal Maiden, our little world of women, wait for your benevolent means.”
We whisper and we wait as we cleanse in fire
“Mortal Maiden, oh Mortal Maiden we await the feast,”
Upon Rams and bucks and male Melodies We whisper into the grass, they took our innocence once but at last,
“Mortal Maiden, oh Mortal Maiden, you alone will retrieve and feast.”
They sunk their teeth in our wool once but lead us no more!
“Mortal Maiden, oh Mortal Maiden, oh! Great tree on island they’ll never see,”
The screams of terror ruin their world, hold onto each and every leaf, but we alone hide in the branches of your tree.
After your feast one becomes we in blissful sleep
“Mortal Maiden, Mortal Maiden oh! Oh! They claimed us once or twice but with you it’s never three,”
“Mortal Maiden, oh Mortal Maiden oh Mortal Maiden oh! Oh!” “Mortal Maiden, oh Mortal Maiden, oh!”
Every day and hour you will feast on the darkness they claimed O . our feminine souls own . Yet you alone
are above your tree, you root against patriarchy and male melodies Today we toyed our sheep and fluffed our hair, no matter the cost or trouble we may bear, we never look to anyone else but you!
“Mortal Maiden oh Mortal Maiden, even when our blood mothers shun us away, we needn’t those mothers for you are all our mother, and we are your bloody, wayward daughters!”
Put the men of Litcha to sleep after we slaughter.
I’ve seen too many shows (mostly kids shows but still [id argue that’s even more important]) almost romanticise people pleasing in a way.. the characters are treated as almost heroic and the only consequences to people pleasing is their own pain and it’s treated as heroic… even when the characters learn their lesson it’s treated as “aww poor baby, you care so much about other people you don’t see yourself” which is true but dosent feel like actual criticism
Heck the characters in those shows end up getting exactly what people pleasers want due to their people pleasing, love and friendship so it’s refreshing to have digital circus show the reality of such behaviour in ragatha, she’s not this hero everyone loves that sacrifices herself too much, she actually struggles to connect with others cause others are not sure if she’s genuine or not.
As someone who was a huge people pleaser in middle school I think I would stop much quicker if people pleasing was shown in it’s pure, ugly form like in tadc and not as some sort of a heroic almost positive trait that just costs you your own pain. It costs you genuine connection and dosent make you a better person necessarily, it’s just another unhealthy coping mechanism tadc is it for kids but I feel like it’s a show I’d watch back then and it would be very helpful
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