From July, 2013

You Are the Person for Whom I am Most Honest

One true beauty of my generation told me she was drawn to jump off the Golden Gate Bridge. These chilly words juxtaposed the cloudless, bright day. Beauty stood quietly, and I saw myself in her. I felt the wetness on my own face, and for a moment was confused by the blue eyes. I saw her body in my dress: curvaceous, sincere, and unsure. The pain in my face was hers as was the fear. This girl has no seemingly valid reason to hold onto fear This only makes the situation worse. In her head were thoughts of self-disgust; something…

this is what the worship of silence looks like

“White supremacy has taught him that all people of color are threats irrespective of their behavior. Capitalism has taught him that, at all costs, his property can and must be protected. Patriarchy has taught him that his masculinity has to be proved by the willingness to conquer fear through aggression; that it would be unmanly to ask questions before taking action. Mass media then brings us the news of this in a newspeak manner that sounds almost jocular and celebratory, as though no tragedy has happened, as though the sacrifice of a young life was necessary to uphold property values…