I dream too much, and I don’t write enough, and I’m trying to find God everywhere. Anis Mojgani

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Little Dragon — Millionaire by Kelis Cover

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The day you told me you loved me,
neither of us believed in love.

There was a loneliness in our relationship
that only roses could fill -
that only late night confessions could disguise -
that only “lay under the stars with me” kind of silences could
try and make it okay.

we did not understand patience.
we only knew that oranges start
to rot when they get soft
and we did not want to be soft.
we did not want to rot.
we did not want to be alone.

Amanda Helm, Don’t Call me Citrus 

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“the white boys at school think that black girls are disgusting. that’s what they’re all fed at dinner, hate. they say black girls are easy. white girls are more challenging. they told my friends and i that they would never look at black girl. only Rihanna and Beyoncé. it was so hurtful. they said their mothers would cry and their fathers would be disappointed, if ever. they kept asking us how we manage. i told them not to worry, black girls aren’t deserving of them & their small dicks.”

- my 17 y/o brother 

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all these poems about people leaving and not one
about how I convinced myself to stay.
I know what you want to hear-
that I slayed the dragon and swallowed my demons
and laughed in the face of my nightmares
and lived happily ever after-
but the truth is much more ordinary.
the truth is I breathe through the pain
even on the days it whistles between my ribs
on every inhale and every exhale
and I celebrate like hell on the days it doesn’t make a sound. Fortesa Latifi - the d word is the elephant in the room 

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We teach girls to shrink themselves, to make themselves smaller. We say to girls, ‘You can have ambition, but not too much. You should aim to be successful, but not too successful. Otherwise you will threaten the man.’ Because I am female, I am expected to aspire to marriage. I am expected to make my life choices always keeping in mind that marriage is the most important. Now marriage can be a source of joy and love and mutual support. But why do we teach girls to aspire to marriage and we don’t teach boys the same? We raise girls to see each other as competitors – not for jobs or for accomplishments, which I think can be a good thing, but for the attention of men. We teach girls that they cannot be sexual beings in the way that boys are.

We teach girls to shrink themselves, to make themselves smaller. We say to girls, ‘You can have ambition, but not too much. You should aim to be successful, but not too successful. Otherwise you will threaten the man.’ Because I am female, I am expected to aspire to marriage. I am expected to make my life choices always keeping in mind that marriage is the most important. Now marriage can be a source of joy and love and mutual support. But why do we teach girls to aspire to marriage and we don’t teach boys the same? We raise girls to see each other as competitors – not for jobs or for accomplishments, which I think can be a good thing, but for the attention of men. We teach girls that they cannot be sexual beings in the way that boys are.

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remember that summer afternoon?

both 17 & walking to the bus stop because Bowls.
the friday four o’clock traffic in Fourways causes a truck filled with men to slowly cross your path.

during the “’nice legs’ / kissing faces / waves / chilling smiles”,
you parade your middle finger & shout out a sentence consisting of the deadliest cuss words you know.

your friend promptly grabs your hand and asks if you want to get raped.

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buttonpoetry:

Blythe Baird - “Girl Code 101” (NPS 2014)

Performing during prelims at the 2014 National Poetry Slam.

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Here is some advice and I want you to listen to it very, very closely:

If they don’t want to be with you now, they will not want to be with you later on. You should not stand at the doorway of any person and beg to be let in. You should never dig in your chest, extract your heart and hand it bloody and beating to them, like a dog offering up a possum to his master. If they wanted your heart, they would have broken down the cage of your ribs to get at it.

See, love is the strongest current, the greatest force, the heaviest mass that no one has ever been able to measure. It does not see race, distance, age, disability, sexual orientation, gender identity. Love just is—it is all powerful and it is all encompassing. You feel it like hurricane forced winds, 1,000 volts of electricity, a billion newtons.

Love is powered by the heat of the sun and the wax and wane of the moon…

No one is ever ‘ready’ to love, but they know when they want to. If you offer up your heart like a big bloody steak and someone shrugs their shoulders and says, “I am a vegetarian.” You shouldn’t keep lingering on the borders of their life hoping that one day they are going to roll over, start eating meat, and choose your heart to devour first.

There are few people in the world worth waiting for, worth standing around in the rain for. Most people are not albino turtles—they are not that rare. That person you are waiting for is not the great Russian Yeti, but yet you are spending your entire fucking life being young, and gorgeous, and talented waiting in a tree for him to come out of hiding and into your trap.

I think it’s time you got out of the tree, okay? I think it’s time you came down, okay? Down here to the world of the living, where great people will take your heart, keep it in a glass case, water it when it is wilting, feed it when it is peckish, put it to bed when it is tired. Sure, you might miss the thrill of the hunt, the excitement of the chase, but one day you’re going to look back and realize that the only reason that Yeti kept letting you chase him, the only reason he didn’t lose you in the forest all this time, was because you made him feel important, special, wanted.

And you deserve to feel that way too, you know?

You deserve it just as much as anyone else.

Maybe even more than the rest.

Kristen Fiore, A Tree is No Place for Your Heart 

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Do not love half lovers
Do not entertain half friends
Do not indulge in works of the half talented
Do not live half a life and do not die a half death

If you choose silence, then be silent
When you speak, do so until you are finished

Do not silence yourself to say something
And do not speak to be silent

If you accept, then express it bluntly
Do not mask it

If you refuse then be clear about it
For an ambiguous refusal is but a weak acceptance

Do not accept half a solution
Do not believe half truths
Do not dream half a dream
Do not fantasize about half hopes

Half a drink will not quench your thirst
Half a meal will not satiate your hunger
Half the way will get you no where
Half an idea will bear you no results

Your other half is not the one you love
It is you in another time yet in the same space
It is you when you are not

Half a life is a life you didn’t live,
A word you have not said
A smile you postponed
A love you have not had
A friendship you did not know
To reach and not arrive
Work and not work
Attend only to be absent
What makes you a stranger to them closest to you
And they strangers to you

The half is a mere moment of inability
But you are able for you are not half a being

You are a whole that exists
To live a life not half a life!!!

Khalil Gibran

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