Palestina llora, Palestina sufre, Palestina se quema, a Palestina la queman, la devoran, la masacran, la dejan sin agua, sin comida, sin hospitales, sin hijos e hijas, sin padres y madres, la matan, la invaden. Palestina lucha, Palestina se defiende, no se deja masacrar sin respuesta, Palestina resiste. Palestina vencerá, con la ayuda de todos y todas. Palestina será libre.
The house shakes. Stop. The house shakes again. It stops. The plants stay, they remain quiet, as if everything else was quiet too. The house shakes. It shakes. It shakes and shakes and shakes until I find myself out, away, done. It stops.
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I’ll make my home
My place will be in yours,
as I approach
this new space that
in a few occasions
I’ll make your place,
my safe space,
you’ll let me in
as I start to stay.
You’ll let me in,
You’ll let me stay,
we will make it seem,
like it’s all okay.
Y con la noche,
me despido de mí
y de todos vosotros,
los que de paso
os habéis convertido
en los fantasmas de los que
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Living for the Revolution: Black Feminist Organizations, 1968–1980Reblogging for future referenceIf you’re a white feminist and you place WoC, particularly Black women/feminists/womanists, and their struggles, narratives and activism on the periphery of the women’s liberation movement, or you belittle them as “special interest issues”, and you place white/Western women/feminists at the center of- and as the authority of the women’s liberation movement, then congrats. You really are a white/ Western “feminist”.
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I’ve been out of practice… I haven’t been writing… and that means I haven’t been healing or progressing much in what I need to do. Tomorrow it’s a different day.
Maybe this whole extroverted thing, this whole need to be surrounded by people and full of things to do with goals that seem completely abstract like that of becoming a better activist, a better learner, a more complete and admirable human being, a feminist. But then also the best friend, partner, mother, daughter, woman, ally, lover. All of these things I want to be, all of these things that are important to me, without sitting down and strategizing, or just letting my brain stop and roll around in its destructive thoughts so that by the end of the day I learn something new about myself, something I might not like but I will take it and have it be there, present, forever. And then I see what I do with it, but first I need to know.
And for that, I need to heal and progress. Write.
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