Free since 1776. If you're a white man. Land of the free And home of the brave. Black men and women property until 1868. White Women silenced until 1920. African Americans silenced further until 1970. White men free since 1776.
Land of the free. So free kids can bring weapons to school. So free that black kids are shot for NOT holding a weapon. So free that women can't make medical decisions without white men's approval. So free that people couldn't marry who they wanted until 2015. White straight men free since 1776.
We've only got one thing right: Home of the brave. Brave enough to continue to fight for a corrupt country. Brave enough to fight for basic human rights. Brave enough to stand up for what is right. Even when the cost is their life, your life, my life.
They say love is blind but my melanin is not because black skin was all that was present when george lost his life to a cop black stood out when we said our lives matter black is all they see when injustice leaves our brains splattered you can’t justify racism with “i don’t see color” because this isn’t just my skin it’s my culture it’s all i have left my only sort of identity if you don’t see my blackness you don’t see me
My name is Martha and I'm very tired my patience as such has long expired so you don't want my brown skin next to your white well madam I'm tired so I'm sitting tight it's hot and I waited my turn in the queue and I paid, just like him, just like her, just like you you can carp, you can moan, you can cause all kinds of fuss but lady I'm keeping my seat on this bus because I'm tired
Written as a tribute to Martha White who has died aged 99. Martha made a bus protest 2 years before Rosa Parks made her historic stand. An unsung woman.
The world had to stop For this victory I'm joyus I'm angry I'm still angry I want to bring black life Into this world without Us having to do this **** I want us to grow old Be unscathed Be unbothered And flourish
Transgender is more than a word, it is me Righting the wrongs on your body, until you feel like the real you Answering the same generic questions when you come out to new people Not feeling quite right unless you're in that one gender-confirming outfit Saying you are different, but never being heard by those few people Giving people a pass on your name and pronouns because your scared to fix it Ending year-long relationships because they don't accept you for you Never being able to walk around shirtless because you can't afford top surgery Determined to be happy when you look in the mirror one day in the future Excitedly researching surgeons and colleges for your future Randomly hating your body and having to mindlessly focus on something else
What is gender? What is a girl? What is a boy? What makes these people different? What is pink? What is blue? What makes these colors different? What is it? Clothes? Style? Hair? Chests? Pants? Skirts? Dresses? Suits? What makes these people different? You say: ‘Your chromosomes’ But what about ‘x’ What about ‘xxy’ What about ‘xyy’ What about ‘xxxy’ What do you say about these? Someones genitalia doesn't make them Someone's chromosomes doesn't make them What makes a person a person Is the person.
I am a trans man, who has lived my whole life trying to fit into a box. I'm tired of it. i just want people to understand that no matter what, a person is a person, no matter what they believe or identify with/as.