my gender?

pronouns are n o t  a part of the definition of my gender  Bell defines what gender means to Bell pronouns don’t define my gender  starfish, octopi, elephants, ants, bees,  blue jays, cattle, mountains, and clouds define my gender  fear no longer defines my gender  abuela thank you for your endless guidance  gender in this capitalist society is a “science”  i’ll always lean into your valiance my love for community, collective solidarity,  revolution,communalism, define my gender  Pan-Africanism is one unified Africa under scientific socialism and it’s a part of my gender  Pan-Africanism is our collective destiny  and only then we, . . .

waywardgirls:

poem: wayward girls like to dance in fugue states and laugh and giggle and twirl essay: a collective wayward by kousy louis based on “wayward lives” by saidaya hartman she defines the wayward as young black women “in open rebellion… [struggling] to create autonomous and beautiful lives, to escape the new forms of servitude awaiting them, and to live as if they were free.” anarchic and queer and nature, these mostly lumpen and working class women/girls slip out from under the boot of respectability and the abuse of their family’s power over them. they form new love, queer love, social . . .

If Isr*el Dropped A Bomb On A Dog Shelter

By Landon Smith Hillary Clinton would call it genocide a minute laterJill Biden would slap the Senility back into Joe and hiscondemnation would be swiftCop Kamala would call Netanyahu a monster and demand he bebrought in front of the ICCThe New York Times would bold letter a denunciation about thehorrors and inhumanityandHow could theyandWhat kind of person would fire missiles indiscriminately into ashelter of innocent dogs who have done nothing but try to live andloveThe BBC would invite Israeli officials on air and tell them there arecertain lines you don’t cross and bombing dogs is one of themThe calls for . . .

THE LEAVES CHANGE COLOR DURING CAMPAIGN SEASON

By Darius Simpson following Lumumba’s assassination exploitation of the Congo went on undeterred by democratic facade neo-colonial puppets with european spines to neutralize the Black Liberation Army we were g(r)ifted with Black aesthetics Black mayors and Black billionaires they offer intersectional excuses  for blood splatter murals downtown pigs kept their mercenary commissions under the guise of cultural progress New Afrikan Independence is shrouded in ahistorical attachment to race the pot called the kettle African the kettle joined the military to prove its loyalty to the president in other news a leaf is still a leaf falls eventually as all empires . . .