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 . . .

Plantationization

I live on a plantation. One of the largest plantations still in operation. I never realized that I was on a plantation until about a decade or so ago. Up until then, I thought I lived a normal existence. It was a nice working class and lower-middle class community. There were also families on public assistance. It wasn’t perfect; it had its share of thugs, hoodlums, and players. The plantation community maintained a balance between all facets of life. This gave us a false sense of respectfulness, security and stability.  My early years were spent on the plantation until my mother . . .

An alien explains the different forms of alienation using a marxist analysis

Alienation and Our Circumstances

This morning I’m calling on any softness in the verb “deserve.” I believe public discussion of the feeling’s often hijacked, then weaponized in this country by influential racists, uterus-haters or capitalists. Most of us are just workers, customers unintentionally feeding the babies we were screwed for too much arsenic— power is always a key distinction.  Stuck in my tenacious twenties, I’ve been making sales at a smoke shop for close to a year and a half now. At the seven-ish month mark of my time at Hookah Hookup, a sweet, white, 1996-born millennial was hired to sell for the company . . .