Don’t Talk to Pigs

Remember please inside these walls Don't talk to pigs, no words to swine In this home - here - on stolen land, We loathe the cop

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Red Rivers

Behold, Amerikkka, for I am your unwilling settler, I arrived here terrified With my white mother, I was only eight years LA bec

In the midst of the DACA repeal, and once again the DACA debates, I want to step back a little to remember European colonization and how they created borders to control the world. Re-frame the debate away from good citizen vs. bad non-citizen., away from legislation, away from politicians… this country is rotten from the inside out. How do we find true liberation for ourselves and all those oppressed? Not just words on a piece of paper one president can declare law and another one can simply take away. I remember many of these same debates raged before the Dream Act was enacted. Yet any victories won now seem temporary, and will  divide communities along the lines of citizen and non-citizen (similar to how amnesty programs of the 80s allowed some to gain access to citizenship but not others). Ultimately to escape these cycles, we need to think beyond reform.

To the Femmes

I wrote this today in honor of the feminine spirit of International Womxn’s Day. I don’t identify with the category of woman, but I do acknowledge and honor the feminine spirit which lives within me. A spirit which I think lives within everyone, but in different shapes and forms.

We who embody the feminine;

We, the femmes.

It is our day to rage, to be angry.

Because our transsisters still speak and meet

To protest the slow genocide.

Of the Femme spirit.

 

We are not equals.

We are all different.

But inside of us no matter what the state says

Lives and breathes. A dragon.

With purple scales.

Femme spirits, Femecestors

It is in our blood.

 

Rage today.

Rage everyday.

Rage until the femme spirit breathes fire

to destroy the world.