here’s one i wrote this month about love. i have very different definitions of things than most people. sometimes i feel like trying to communicate with people is impossible because i’d have to explain all my differences before we could even begin. i believe in love but not love defined through the system of patriarchy and white supremacy.
Love is not romance.
Love is not flowers, or dinners
Romance is constructed through layers of
patriarchy mixed with western notions
of [preferably white] companionship.
Love is wanting to change the world
not through ideas of peace, but through strength and steel.
Love is reaching inside yourself
to peel away layers which are not yours,
but were given to you
soaked in hundreds of years of oppressive behaviors.
Love is never candies or chocolate
or holding hands in a movie theater.
Love is always the search for revolution;
the search for armed resistance.
Love is when we will be able to stand together
against forces much bigger than us
but we will win, not just through love
but because we will have realized through love
what we need to win.
Love will never be romantic.
Love will always be us together against the state.