sorry I really don’t know! If I had the choice, I’d go to Columbia bcus 1. NYC 2. NYC is the home of publishing and writing 3. I think columbia is a better school than brown
Guys it’s really important during this whole ferguson protest that we as social media DO NOT back down until punishment is dealt to those racists. If we let this movement die, then the oppressors win. I’ve seen stuff like this before and the majority of people stop posting about it within a week. We can’t let that happen, this is too important. so keep reblogging and keep posting until these darn racists are punished for their awful inhumane actions.
In response to anyone who thinks they have an fierce inner black woman in them and is not in fact, a black woman
See the thing about that fire and that “fierceness” is that it’s born out of our oppression, out of always being told that we are ugly, that our bodies are too fat or too muscular, that we don’t have the right kind of hair — and having to deconstruct all those things and tell ourselves that we are beautiful even though society is telling us that we are not.
That strength is born out of always having to defend ourselves against white supremacy and anti-black-woman-patriachy. From years of not seeing ourselves represented in anything aligned with beauty, of buying products that are made to make us look like not ourselves.
So there is no way you could have an inner black woman in you. You have not experienced our struggle, you don’t know it, you haven’t lived it, and you can’t imagine it.
See, you can’t sit with us, because we haven’t been able to sit at your table since our existence in this country. And while we were being excluded from your table we made our own, and it is fabulous and fly. And of course you now want to try and have a seat at our table, take our table, use it and ignore all the labor that went into creating THAT table.
But nah, sorry boo boo.
You ain’t never going to be us, you can try to wear your hair like us, you can try to dance like us, talk like us, wish you were us, but know this —
White gay men & white women make me so sick with this shit, you could never in your saltine, tapioca, white bread, mayonnaise life ever encompass even a half of a percent of what a Black woman is.
Today one of my friends was dress coded for her bra strap showing and so she wrote on the gym shirt that they gave her. It reads “Dress Code: promotes the objectification and sexualization of young bodies, blames the wearer for the onlooker’s perceptions/actions, perpetuates rape culture, and is bullshit” On the back she wrote “You can’t shame me for something I’m not ashamed for”. It was really cool seeing all of the people’s reactions who saw it and I thought what she did was pretty cool.
YES YOUNG WOMEN STANDING UP FOR THEMSELVES
Softly now, Eve transcends.
She remembers the garden,
kissing him, her tongue, his teeth,
the pink of his gums, her cheeks, red.
How he touched her thigh & she became
morning. The power in her hands,
the summer in his breath. The horses.
The rain. Eve learns to love the body
she has and the body she came from
at the same time. The apples and pears
and flowers directly above her, her fingers
digging into his ribs. A reminder: this is the first place
you called home.
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