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The sun dances over her body and you are a little bit in loveThe morning is quiet and the light that radiates from her is so loud andYou want to wake her up and tell her that years ago When you were thirteenAnd the feelings made your cheeks feel like they were on fireYou still knew that one dayThis flame would take human formOne dayYou let her keep sleeping instead

At the house whose street you will never visit againYou wake up with your head in her lapWith so many questions and you look at Her and you know she Has rescued you from that Very Bad RoomWhere that Very Bad Thing happenedAt this Very Bad Party and She whispers it is okayAnd to go to sleep and she Will protect youAnd it feels like a miracleOr something like that

You will be visited by three strangers (or, three ways women have saved my life)// Sam White

In Brasil, in Bahia that is so black and brownAnd haunted by the legacies of colonization Ushering away the ghosts she tells you“Te amoNos somos negras E mulhersNossa vidas são importantesSempre”You do not trust the dictionaryTo give you a direct translationThe diaspora has already created a Sort of post-colonial linguistic love thatRests in my tongue and coração.

You will be visited by three strangers (or, three ways women have saved my life)// Sam White

Untitled// Amal Gazey

Living in minnesota is like mental suicideAttempting to conformDying to reformHating the normIt's a perfect storm ... Waiting to happenPassive aggressive .. White men and womenHolding strong...... To.... WhitenessThe very whiteness that is toxic to my existenceMy brown presence exists.. BitchesTake that now what?Your tongues Spits andHearts filled with internalized racism .....Yet your tongues ... Speak reverse racism

Black and brown men and women:Our turn is nowOur vibrant beingsThe sun is longing to shine on our spiritsWe must claim our Brownness and blackness ... It is.... And shall be the sun

III. ***boxes***You stillwanna put me in a boxcheck hereoptional/not optionalPrefer not to Answerfor research/government/statisticalpurposes ONLYsave the Speech for some person who has the time'cuz mine is alwayspreciousblack/white/native/two or more races/multiculturalheterosexual/bisexual/queer

what if I don't like any-another box

Another Fucking boxbeen trying to break free for a long timeThe World keeps creating morefour corners for me to fit inall nice and neat and cleanfour corners for all my selvesas if they could be containedfour corners to house your perceptionOf Meas if Mark Here really says who I Amfour corners The World keeps creatingfor Its Own Convenienceto further stall the Dream to

See Me as anything other than Humananything other than Crystalwhere my authentic selfis Born over and over again

It's So Beautiful

but you wanna box It upas if you know Meyou wanna box It upas if by doing so you'vegot Me Figured Outwanna box It upto keep Me down with Policy and Practicefor your twisted Pleasurebox It upbecause It benefits you

How am I suppose dismantle The Systemusing the sameboxeslanguagementalitythey used to StealMyFreedom from the Start ?

IV. RebirthToday I woke up with a renewed Spiritmy Heart filled with a New Sense of Beating from the DrumsaPowerStrengthAin't gonna take This Shit NO MORETime to March OnDemand the ImpossibleAttitudecuzWe Must No other options leftRevolution is around The Cornerare YouWith US?#‎letsdothisalready #‎revolution #‎blacklivesmatter

END WHITE PRIVILEGE

HANDS UPDON’T SHOOT

the whole damn system is guilty as hell

i am an american

shut it down

UNARMEDCIVILLIAN

photo // Amal Gazey