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I Was Not Supposed to Remember

the smell of geraniums

what perfume penetrates nostrils not grown

from a bottle ‘n’ mother’s wrists ‘n’ just a dab

behind each ear I was not supposed to remember her ears

like mine, the earlobe without lobe really

the mole that marked her


I was not supposed to remember being she

the daughter of some other Indian some body some where

an orphaned child somewhere somebody’s

cast-off half-breed I wasn’t

supposed to remember the original rape.

I wasn’t supposed to remember

my whitedaddy and baby’s cry

my white father’s own orphanhood.

I was never to see my self reflected

in the cold steel frightened fluttering

I was not intended

to marry that man.

I am a woman, childless

and I teach my stories to other
[p. 99]

childless women and somehow

the generations will propagate and prosper

and remember pre-memory

remember rose gardens thorn-pricked thumbs digging

into well-watered southern california soil kissing

the edge of steaming black-top

what is there left to remember

of those days

what is there left

to dirt How is it I remember

dirt when I grew up on asphalt?

How is it dirt means so much to me?

What is there to remember in a tree?

a tree

thoroughly tree

I, thoroughly hybrid

mongrel/mexicanyaqui/oakie girl.

"Yaquioakie" holds all the world

I knew as it shaped my abuela’s lips

calling in my breed-brother

thorough-bred primo,

sandy wool y pelos de indio

bent over bowls of albóndigas soup.

[p. 100]

Mongrel is the name

that holds all the animal I am.

My legs split open straddling

the examination table she tells me

your fibroid ain’t no watermelon

just the size of a small navel orange

and I consider this sphere of influence

steadily growing behind my own navel

little satellites of smaller fibroids

floating inside its citric orbit.

I imagine the color/the taste of fruit/the bitterness

of peel and pleasure there is pleasured familiarity

as she moves her dark safe-sexed-gloved hand

up inside me a lesbian gesture

I, a lesbian monster

she recommends hormones

have you always been this hairy

yes, I say, I remember since I became a woman

with hair lots of it does that make a woman

or a lesbian

or an animal?

which brings me back to mongrel

and the hybrid sheep-goat I saw

in a magazine once

with pitiful pleading eyes

trying to bust out

of her genetically altered face
[p. 101]

and I saw my face in there

no matter how much I am loved

no matter how much woman

I am no matter how many women

hold and suck me

I am mirrored in those pitiful


product of mutation


I Was Not Supposed to Remember, by Cherríe Moraga. In The Last Generation, by Cherríe Moraga. (Boston, MA: South End Press, 1993).

Filed under Cherríe Moraga Poetry [Re]membering Stolen people Stolen land poetry for remembering

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"What Womyn Deserve" Sonya Renee

thank you Ayanna for sending me this. she gives me LIFEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! thank you so much Sonya Renee for speaking Truth to power, speaking Truth to us, being a bomb ass spoken word artist, beautifier of the language of the oppressor, collective feminist, bullshit-calling out of the wscp and hypocrisy of politicians and businesses and people who are refusing to see the patriarchal control and inaccuracy of ‘pro-life’ bullshit fallacies. THAAAANK YOUUU!

Filed under Sonya Renee Black Women Poets Spoken Word Poetry abortion pro-choice feminism Black feminism WOC capitalism wscp politicians propoganda patriarchy white supremacy war war on choice transnational feminism Feminism Women's Rights Women of Color Working Class Women Women Living in Poverty Everyone Speaking Truth to power Truth hypocrisy of the system calling out lies medical apartheid qwoc

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: Poem about Police Violence - June Jordan


Tell me something
what you think would happen if
everytime they kill a black boy
then we kill a cop
everytime they kill a black man
then we kill a cop

you think the accident rate would lower subsequently?
sometimes the feeling like amaze me baby
comes back to my mouth and I am quiet

(Source: idonotneedtobeforgiven)

Filed under june jordan police violence Black in amerikkka institutionalized racism speaking Truth to power poetry activism

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Kai’s “controversial” poem. This topic I can definitely relate to as someone who was told in high school that I “act white” because I got straight A’s, and in college, “I thought you were stupid until you spoke” because I’m black. (Had to compress it all crazy to get it to upload to Tumblr. It had to be removed from “other outlets” due to verbal content. But what happens on Tumblr, stays on Tumblr.) … ;-) 



She went off son. “They got me fucked up.”

Real as it gets.


this is amazing

God, this is awesome. 

Preach. Dat. Shit.


(via calzanatl-deactivated20120330)

Filed under poetry race relations Black feminism anti-racism challenging the white supremacist patriarchy speaking Truth to power spoken word the uses of anger

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We gotta make a change…
It’s time for us as a people to start makin’ some changes.
Let’s change the way we eat, let’s change the way we live
and let’s change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn’t working so it’s on us to do
what we gotta do, to survive
Tupac- Changes

Filed under tupac food justice healing community people of color people living in poverty CHANGE justice rap poetry hip hop white supremacist patriarchy u.s.a. amerikkka