thoughts on white supremacy

kingdomofdarknessblackness:

we was probably possessed by the white demon,

probably ingesting the white semen,

probably confessing to white heathens.

we’re right leaving.

You have exhausted my heart

Mother fucker

You have exhausted my heart

My personal emotional treadmill

Cross trainer

Work out class

Where my ribs shred apart

Like liquored memories

Each tear of bloody love muscles

Pumps toughness towards uncirculated consciousness

A drum line of curling blossoms

Cracking, rusting

In the nectar of anger

That prescriptions say is weakening for your health

You have exhausted my heart

Mother fucker

You have exhausted my heart

Like a parade of capital pro-life big screens

I am the widow in the web

Snatching her own children for snacks

And snarling at the blistered reality

Of all the shoes that get to walk away

While I am hunched over in the sinking mud of cannibalism

Quietly grinding my teeth to gum

Cat nail points, knife to tongue

Patiently polluting

With tar torn from my own throat

A voice box sliced into hexagon pieces

You have exhausted my heart

Mother fucker

You have exhausted my heart

Of all the art forms, poetry is the most economical. It is the one which is the most secret, which requires the least physical labor, the least material, and the one which can be done between shifts, in the hospital pantry, on the subway, and on scraps of surplus paper….As we reclaim our literature, poetry has been the major voice of poor, working class, and Colored women. A room of one’s own may be a necessity for writing prose, but so are reams of paper, a typewriter, and plenty of time. The actual requirements to produce the visual arts also help determine, along class lines, whose art is whose. In this day of inflated prices for material, who are our sculptors, our painters, our photographers? When we speak of a broadly based women’s culture, we need to be aware of the effect of class and economic differences on the supplies available for producing art.
Audre Lorde, Age, Race, Class, and Sex: Women Redefining Difference  (via reticent-romantic)

(via voltatheory)

from ours to yours 

from ours to yours 

(via alter-perceptions)

roomtopia:

for the novacane queens

fuckyeahmadpride:

Roy Lichtenstein, “I Can See the Whole Room.”

fuckyeahmadpride:

Roy Lichtenstein, “I Can See the Whole Room.”

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