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15 September 2014 ♥ 443 notes    Reblog    
reblogged from novelemon    source: ahguzelistanbul

their high school principal
told me I couldn’t teach
poetry with profanity
so I asked my students,
“Raise your hand if you’ve heard of the Holocaust.”
in unison, their arms rose up like poisonous gas
then straightened out like an SS infantry
“Okay. Please put your hands down.
Now raise your hand if you’ve heard of the Rwandan genocide.”
blank stares mixed with curious ignorance
a quivering hand out of the crowd
half-way raised, like a lone survivor
struggling to stand up in Kigali
“Luz, are you sure about that?”
“No.”
“That’s what I thought.”

“Carlos—what’s genocide?”

they won’t let you hear the truth at school
if that person says “fuck”
can’t even talk about “fuck”
even though a third of your senior class
is pregnant.

I can’t teach an 18-year-old girl in a public school
how to use a condom that will save her life
and that of the orphan she will be forced
to give to the foster care system—
“Carlos, how many 13-year-olds do you know that are HIV-positive?”

“Honestly, none. But I do visit a shelter every Monday and talk with
six 12-year-old girls with diagnosed AIDS.”
while 4th graders three blocks away give little boys blowjobs during recess
I met an 11-year-old gang member in the Bronx who carries
a semi-automatic weapon to study hall so he can make it home
and you want me to censor my language

“Carlos, what’s genocide?”

your books leave out Emmett Till and Medgar Evers
call themselves “World History” and don’t mention
King Leopold or diamond mines
call themselves “Politics in the Modern World”
and don’t mention Apartheid

“Carlos, what’s genocide?”

you wonder why children hide in adult bodies
lie under light-color-eyed contact lenses
learn to fetishize the size of their asses
and simultaneously hate their lips
my students thought Che Guevara was a rapper
from East Harlem
still think my Mumia t-shirt is of Bob Marley
how can literacy not include Phyllis Wheatley?
schools were built in the shadows of ghosts
filtered through incest and grinding teeth
molded under veils of extravagant ritual

“Carlos, what’s genocide?”

“Roselyn, how old was she? Cuántos años tuvo tu madre cuando se murió?”

“My mother had 32 years when she died. Ella era bellísima.”

…what’s genocide?

they’ve moved from sterilizing “Boriqua” women
injecting indigenous sisters with Hepatitis B,
now they just kill mothers with silent poison
stain their loyalty and love into veins and suffocate them

…what’s genocide?

Ridwan’s father hung himself
in the box because he thought his son
was ashamed of him

…what’s genocide?

Maureen’s mother gave her
skin lightening cream
the day before she started the 6th grade

…what’s genocide?

she carves straight lines into her
beautiful brown thighs so she can remember
what it feels like to heal

…what’s genocide?
…what’s genocide?

“Carlos, what’s genocide?”

“Luz, this…
this right here…
is genocide.”

Carlos Andres Gomez; “What’s Genocide?” (via oncewild)

15 September 2014 ♥ 160,902 notes    Reblog    
reblogged from afroballerina    source: dogfishtail

-shono obbhesh bole kichu hoy na prithibi te,

paalte phela e bechey thaka

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12 September 2014 ♥ 5,481 notes    Reblog    
reblogged from thefadedheart    source: d-r-e-a-r-y
Good morning

So i woke up an hour later than i should have- didn’t hear my alarm. Ate my lunch for breakfast- it was pizza. It feels like a good day anyway.

List (because I am too lazy to articulate anything but)

-I crawl into bed at 10.30 pm and already it feels like I’ve been awake for too long.
- I found 35 cents on the ledge beside my bus stop this morning.
- School has barely begun and I feel as though I am already behind.
- I borrowed “The Calcutta Chromosome” by Amitav Ghosh from an aunt. I cannot wait to read it but there are not enough hours in the day.
- one good thing about today was that I spent some much needed time with the bf. I only wish that the worry creases of his brow could turn into laugh lines instead.
- I have not scrolled tumblr in the past 2 days. This is completely abnormal.
- My profs send way too many emails.
- Over the past weekend I have learned that law students can party like hell and then show up completely prepared for the Monday morning class.
- Fall weather is beginning to set in and for the first time I find myself okay with letting summer go.

http://thefadedheart.tumblr.com/post/96519897821/nice-thoughts-challenge-once-you-get-this-you ›

thefadedheart:

NICE THOUGHTS CHALLENGE. Once you get this you have to say 5 nice things about yourself publicly and then send this to 10 of your favorite followers. :D I was tagged by runningwith10

1) I’m probably one of the easiest people to talk to. I’ll talk about anything.
2) I never judge people….

Ok so i always have trouble with these but here goes nothing :)

1. I have read lots and lots of books; i love this about myself. 
2. I am a pretty good cook- specialities include thai red curry and chocolate log cakes :p
3. I have dainty feet. Only physical feature that i truly like about myself, no reservations.
4. I like my own name. I was born to be a Niki heheheh
5. I am kind, or at least i make a constant effort to be. There was a time when i was a pretty shitty person but i am different from that girl today.

Summer reading: ✔️One of the best things about summer was having time for fiction.

Summer reading: ✔️One of the best things about summer was having time for fiction.

navk:

One (of the many) typewriter fails of my first typewriter poem, typed on a print of one of my photos. Looking back at it now, it has a different sort of feel to it.

navk:

One (of the many) typewriter fails of my first typewriter poem, typed on a print of one of my photos. Looking back at it now, it has a different sort of feel to it.

felisque:

untitled by Jabbeltubel on Flickr.

felisque:

untitled by Jabbeltubel on Flickr.

31 August 2014 ♥ 10,617 notes    Reblog    High-Res
reblogged from autumnbreaths    source: felisque
❝ All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair. ❞

— Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven (via kushandwizdom)

29 August 2014 ♥ 4,752 notes    Reblog    
reblogged from yvess-saint-laurent    source: kushandwizdom

For whatever we lose
(a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves
we find in the sea.
 - E.E. Cummings

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