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obsessivecompulsivebookreader:

do you guys have the map to my soul?

obsessivecompulsivebookreader:

do you guys have the map to my soul?

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“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.”A Moveable Feast, Ernest Hemingway (via literarylust)

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Gregory Galloway, As Simple as Snow

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Gregory Galloway, As Simple as Snow

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“Don’t be in such a hurry to condemn a person because he doesn’t do what you do, or think as you think or as fast. There was a time when you didn’t know what you know today.” —Malcolm X (via roseamer)

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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 budddha)

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365 Days of Words: There are the moments you feel so small, so fragile, the ones where...

365words:

There are the moments you feel so small, so fragile, the ones where you find yourself curled up in a ball on the floor of your bedroom; you’re full of worry and stress about what comes next, where you’re going, and the things you can’t let go of. Then there are the moments where you feel infinite…

typewriterdaily:

Theodor Geisel

once said that love

was mutual weirdness.

If this is so,

I would like to fall

in mutual weirdness

with you.

Ravage me

with your quirks.

Drown me

with your idiosyncrasies.

Let me see you

interested in quantum

mechanics and

ranting about

philosophy and

crying over

books and

little fictional things.

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” —Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass (via beautifulurself)
“Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.” —Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Airman’s Odyssey: Night Flight/Wind Sand & Stars/Flight to Arras (via loveyourchaos)

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