#oppressor
This is not a classroom.
But we are learning.
Not a lesson plan.
But a lesson lived.
Not a curriculum.
But a crisis.
And still—this is pedagogy.
Because something is always teaching us.
Power.
Silence.
Grief.
Resistance.
This is the Pedagogy of All—
where every subject is also student,
and every student is also suspect,
and every suspect is also story.
We do not enter this space as experts.
We enter as echoes.
As contradictions.
As half-formed questions
looking not for medals,
but for mirrors.
Here, the oppressed are not romanticized,
and the oppressors are not erased.
Here, we sit in the discomfort
of knowing we are both—
sometimes in the same breath.
In the Pedagogy of All,
we don’t pass exams.
We pass judgment.
On ourselves.
On our systems.
On the stories we’ve inherited
and the silence we’ve curated.
We do not teach from podiums.
We teach from wounds.
From the trembling hand that holds a passport.
From the cracked voice that still says, “peace be upon you.”
Our classroom is a border.
A protest.
A detention centre.
A refugee camp.
A sidewalk memorial.
A kitchen table.
Our texts are not neutral.
They are redacted.
Rewritten.
Resisted.
They bleed.
And if you listen closely,
you’ll hear Paulo Freire whisper:
“If the structure does not permit dialogue…”
“…the structure must be changed.”
So come.
With your broken grammar.
With your fractured maps.
With your complicity.
With your confession.
There is no moral exemption here.
No opt-out clause from history.
No syllabus that does not implicate.
This is the Pedagogy of All—
Where learning is unlearning.
Where knowledge is relational.
Where ethics is not abstract—
but embodied.
We will not get a certificate.
We will not get closure.
But if we get it right,
We may walk away with a conscience
we can all live with.
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 12:48 PM UTC
the oppressor's law
muzzles a dissenting voice
lest it speak of truth
May 7, 2024
May 7, 2024 at 11:29 PM UTC
I’ll rev you like a Porsche
Pressurize the clutch then
ease on the equipped brake
enrolling the steering wheel
On the highway as we sing
Tuning choruses eccentrically
apply the mascara and smile
put my flock on, swing like Bowie
Craze up in seismic grooves
Shift to a self expression culture
be so extreme that you glitter
I’ll desire your ambiguousness
Unarguably, I’ll hold your hand
An evolved zeitgeist in revolution
squeeze their prejudiced little heads
replicate, experiment your persona
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 1:56 PM UTC