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"intersectional" poems
~**My portrait was painted by Jackson ******* <|> “***there are no lines or lies in my writings there are no definitions and perception is only your truth. Therefore, my poems are splats and drips, you make them into paintings that hang in your own private museum, but signed by me as first passenger***” <|> when did I write these words? can’t recall, though undated, they seem all too familiar, and thinking that if I didn’t, I should have… for the title of this ‘poem painting’ has lain in quietude, a resident in my file of “someday writs, awaiting,” when the itch demands you will essay **the admixture of words and swords that will cut a newborn corded reciprocity of thee and me, an unbound bind that ties and frees us from and by our shared senses…** today, an  inadvertent blinding sunlight stumble is demanding a fulsome scratching <|> the portrait of each is the irrational intersectional of splats and drips, each viewer, reader, filters the image through a common uncommonality, which is as it should be, **for if we are each created in His image, how glorious is the diversity of our deities, each of us a tiny drop of paint on a tableau of a small planet, insignificant but uniquely beautiful intelligent species of godlike creatures,** human <|> the précis of this conundrum conversation bewilders, a single word drops, of plaint, paint, blood, a seconds blush blurred that is the building blocks of imagery I state is mine, but now realizations swiftly fertilize, **the portrait is not of me, but of me blended into thee, and this poem, is our composition** that hangs in each of our primary museum, newly re-titled, A Passenger, Realized
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Sep 14, 2023
Sep 14, 2023 at 7:10 AM UTC
My portrait was painted by Jackson *******
~**My portrait was painted by Jackson ******* <|> “***there are no lines or lies in my writings there are no definitions and perception is only your truth. Therefore, my poems are splats and drips, you make them into paintings that hang in your own private museum, but signed by me as first passenger***” <|> when did I write these words? can’t recall, though undated, they seem all too familiar, and thinking that if I didn’t, I should have… for the title of this ‘poem painting’ has lain in quietude, a resident in my file of “someday writs, awaiting,” when the itch demands you will essay **the admixture of words and swords that will cut a newborn corded reciprocity of thee and me, an unbound bind that ties and frees us from and by our shared senses…** today, an  inadvertent blinding sunlight stumble is demanding a fulsome scratching <|> the portrait of each is the irrational intersectional of splats and drips, each viewer, reader, filters the image through a common uncommonality, which is as it should be, **for if we are each created in His image, how glorious is the diversity of our deities, each of us a tiny drop of paint on a tableau of a small planet, insignificant but uniquely beautiful intelligent species of godlike creatures,** human <|> the précis of this conundrum conversation bewilders, a single word drops, of plaint, paint, blood, a seconds blush blurred that is the building blocks of imagery I state is mine, but now realizations swiftly fertilize, **the portrait is not of me, but of me blended into thee, and this poem, is our composition** that hangs in each of our primary museum, newly re-titled, A Passenger, Realized
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“Who’s the lucky guy?” someone asks “Their name’s Bea,” I reply “I support that,” they hesitate “You are so brave.” they add I never saw their lips as a political statement Nor did I think holding hands in the front seat while a friend is puking by the side of the road Was some kind of revolution How romantic is it That our story will be etched Not in some Neruda poetry book But a professor’s first textbook Or a college student’s 2 am essay When I said I was in love You thought it meant I was hungry Not for touch or for pleasure But for justice and freedom I didn’t know that When I run my fingers down her neck It would be tied to a long Twitter thread I never saw my love as a battleground A metaphysical exploration of sexuality What’s Marxist about the way their eyes disappear when they smile? What’s so intersectional about Our entanglement at the back seat Or our hands holding in front I never thought I would be so brave At my most fragile state So political In my most dumbstruck ways So woke When I’m asleep in her embrace
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May 5, 2021
May 5, 2021 at 6:54 PM UTC
Love & Politics
In India, we need feminism Because, it stands for equality Before you start losing your calm Please allow me to clarify Feminism means not, women dominating men It means equal rights for both men and women And of course, women empowerment Now, let me be blunt India is not and has never been a great place for women Our society enables male ********** In almost every sphere of life Which ends up creating a lot of strife It is time to change all of that Hence, is feminism so important Because, women need to find their voice And for that, they must have a choice To do what they desire Without invoking the society's ire So, it is time to dismantle our Brahminical patriarchy Only then, can we really reform our society Because, gender and caste go hand-in-hand We cannot destroy gender inequality with a magic wand It is necessary to strike at its very root Which, essentially, is caste For instance, why do so many rapes happen? Because, they enable upper caste male ********** ****** harassment and **** reinforce the caste structure Thus, does the Manusmriti continue to influence gender And proactively hinder women empowerment Again, this is why feminism is so important But it also needs to be intersectional And include women at all levels Of our wretched caste hierarchy In order to achieve gender equality It is necessary for Brahmin and Savarna women to take a pause And allow Bahujan women to make uniformed choices for themselves Instead of dictating terms to them all the time Also, men need to be part of feminism After all, inclusiveness is the very core of feminism It transcends gender, *** race, religion and caste Was not Babasaheb Dr. B.R. Ambedkar one of India's greatest feminists? It is thanks to this beautiful soul That, at least in theory, are men and women equal As far as our country is concerned Therefore, feminism is something we greatly need But it can be successful only when it includes everyone Thus, in order to make India a much safer place for women Everybody must adopt feminism Because, it is equivalent to humanism! Jai Bhim!!
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Oct 14, 2024
Oct 14, 2024 at 12:18 AM UTC
The Importance Of Feminism in India
In India, we need feminism Because, it stands for equality Before you start losing your calm Please allow me to clarify Feminism means not, women dominating men It means equal rights for both men and women And of course, women empowerment Now, let me be blunt India is not and has never been a great place for women Our society enables male ********** In almost every sphere of life Which ends up creating a lot of strife It is time to change all of that Hence, is feminism so important Because, women need to find their voice And for that, they must have a choice To do what they desire Without invoking the society's ire So, it is time to dismantle our Brahminical patriarchy Only then, can we really reform our society Because, gender and caste go hand-in-hand We cannot destroy gender inequality with a magic wand It is necessary to strike at its very root Which, essentially, is caste For instance, why do so many rapes happen? Because, they enable upper caste male ********** ****** harassment and **** reinforce the caste structure Thus, does the Manusmriti continue to influence gender And proactively hinder women empowerment Again, this is why feminism is so important But it also needs to be intersectional And include women at all levels Of our wretched caste hierarchy In order to achieve gender equality It is necessary for Brahmin and Savarna women to take a pause And allow Bahujan women to make uniformed choices for themselves Instead of dictating terms to them all the time Also, men need to be part of feminism After all, inclusiveness is the very core of feminism It transcends gender, *** race, religion and caste Was not Babasaheb Dr. B.R. Ambedkar one of India's greatest feminists? It is thanks to this beautiful soul That, at least in theory, are men and women equal As far as our country is concerned Therefore, feminism is something we greatly need But it can be successful only when it includes everyone Thus, in order to make India a much safer place for women Everybody must adopt feminism Because, it is equivalent to humanism! Jai Bhim!!
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feminism fails when it disregards those of color for we know that every dollar a woman makes a man makes more we seem to disregard the bit where a women of color make even less than their white counterparts feminism needs to stop excluding disregarding those impacted most it's a hazard to progress pull up a chair scoot down the bench it's time we serve up intersectional feminism for the table can hold more there's plenty of progress to go around
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Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
19/30
I'm almost twenty, you know. I mean, I'm sure you don't care but i'm almost twenty years old. And I'm trying. To be all the things you said i would be and I'm not going to question all the rules you've set out for me because i need that foreboding affirmation of love so just know that I'm never gonna leave. Because were it not for you, who would i be? But I'm also struggling To figure out if I am actually a talented artist Or just some teenage kid going through stuff. i need To see the answers at the back of the book of Life if there's such a thing I feel. Oh Lord! I feel tired already. Like i could quit But i can't I'm already nineteen years into this **** And I'm already tryna make people take me seriously. And I'm trying. To pretend that i understand why old people are so entitled to an earth that might actually be revolting against the human race That i know, why it is super ultra important to be the kind of feminist that is kind to misogynists That i even want, to be part of an existence that so closely resembles a shitshow That i even know, how to turn my feelings into a proper rhyme. I don't. Honestly and i don't care. So i won't even try to pretend that woke mans are not the **** and that i don't think, gay people deserve peace and that I don't wish, child marriages was something i could fix and that i don't think, that I'm going to marry an intersectional feminist and that i don't think, that instead of vows he's going to recite to me his poetry and that i actually need you to tell me that these are all teenage fantasies. I don't. I've had nineteen years of this **** And i’m just glad i don't have to pretend That i love pink , i do even though i wish i didn't And that i know i can take nineteen more years if only it means More badly written poetry from beautifully imperfect teens And more African literature and Twitter and sleep More discussions with bae about the importance of memes More inventive ways to show bae i exist. I might be getting carried away but you see what i mean. That i want everything this life has to give Just no struggles. no pretence.no assumptions. and no guilt.
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Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 5:44 PM UTC
Growth...i think???
I'm almost twenty, you know. I mean, I'm sure you don't care but i'm almost twenty years old. And I'm trying. To be all the things you said i would be and I'm not going to question all the rules you've set out for me because i need that foreboding affirmation of love so just know that I'm never gonna leave. Because were it not for you, who would i be? But I'm also struggling To figure out if I am actually a talented artist Or just some teenage kid going through stuff. i need To see the answers at the back of the book of Life if there's such a thing I feel. Oh Lord! I feel tired already. Like i could quit But i can't I'm already nineteen years into this **** And I'm already tryna make people take me seriously. And I'm trying. To pretend that i understand why old people are so entitled to an earth that might actually be revolting against the human race That i know, why it is super ultra important to be the kind of feminist that is kind to misogynists That i even want, to be part of an existence that so closely resembles a shitshow That i even know, how to turn my feelings into a proper rhyme. I don't. Honestly and i don't care. So i won't even try to pretend that woke mans are not the **** and that i don't think, gay people deserve peace and that I don't wish, child marriages was something i could fix and that i don't think, that I'm going to marry an intersectional feminist and that i don't think, that instead of vows he's going to recite to me his poetry and that i actually need you to tell me that these are all teenage fantasies. I don't. I've had nineteen years of this **** And i’m just glad i don't have to pretend That i love pink , i do even though i wish i didn't And that i know i can take nineteen more years if only it means More badly written poetry from beautifully imperfect teens And more African literature and Twitter and sleep More discussions with bae about the importance of memes More inventive ways to show bae i exist. I might be getting carried away but you see what i mean. That i want everything this life has to give Just no struggles. no pretence.no assumptions. and no guilt.
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hinting at hitting on intersectional hinterlands intersexual undercourse underpar for underwear off-course, of course interCIS sissiness interests rests a cisgender-ender genders endanger engendering male delivery of femaleman chain letters in chain-mail maelstrom higher matriarchy of the mail-room hire patriarchal malarkey good knight and good luck.
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Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 1:36 PM UTC
Mansplain This:
You are the reason I smile Every time I happen to fail Because, when I think about you I know all hope isn't lost yet And I can even beat the worst ever Monday blues Your never-say-die spirit is tough to beat Even when it comes to someone like Rahul Gandhi It's what makes you such an awesome poet Not to mention, a bestselling novelist A truly intersectional feminist And last but not the least One of the fiercest anti-caste activists Of course, I know you haven't even properly met me However, you have made an impact upon me Which is utterly impossible to forget Really, I have to admit You have made me think more positively And act more independently Which has done wonders for my mental health Also, have you taught me to keep up the faith Even when I have been at my nadir Therefore, is it no wonder That you are an inspiration to one and all Thanks to you, even when we fall We know how to rise again And smile through our pain You are a powerful voice of change In a country that is thoroughly resistant to change You speak what most of us are afraid to speak And inspire even the meek You call a ***** a ***** Your keyboard is the sharpest blade Finally, you awaken those who are asleep And give a red alert to those who are merely pretending to sleep You know, whenever you enter my mind I feel a quiet but fierce pride Certainly, has God been kind To present me with the opportunity Indeed, a very very special opportunity To come across such an incredible human being Without whom, am I nothing! May the Lord bless you with everything Which you deeply crave for Dear Comrade, please keep fighting and do take care Jai Bhim!! Vaazhga Periyar!!
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Sep 5, 2024
Sep 5, 2024 at 3:04 AM UTC
My Greatest Inspiration
You are the reason I smile Every time I happen to fail Because, when I think about you I know all hope isn't lost yet And I can even beat the worst ever Monday blues Your never-say-die spirit is tough to beat Even when it comes to someone like Rahul Gandhi It's what makes you such an awesome poet Not to mention, a bestselling novelist A truly intersectional feminist And last but not the least One of the fiercest anti-caste activists Of course, I know you haven't even properly met me However, you have made an impact upon me Which is utterly impossible to forget Really, I have to admit You have made me think more positively And act more independently Which has done wonders for my mental health Also, have you taught me to keep up the faith Even when I have been at my nadir Therefore, is it no wonder That you are an inspiration to one and all Thanks to you, even when we fall We know how to rise again And smile through our pain You are a powerful voice of change In a country that is thoroughly resistant to change You speak what most of us are afraid to speak And inspire even the meek You call a ***** a ***** Your keyboard is the sharpest blade Finally, you awaken those who are asleep And give a red alert to those who are merely pretending to sleep You know, whenever you enter my mind I feel a quiet but fierce pride Certainly, has God been kind To present me with the opportunity Indeed, a very very special opportunity To come across such an incredible human being Without whom, am I nothing! May the Lord bless you with everything Which you deeply crave for Dear Comrade, please keep fighting and do take care Jai Bhim!! Vaazhga Periyar!!
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Bigot spigot on: Bloviator gladiator Spewing racist rhetoric: "Multiracial intersectional Non-Ableist unpacked transphobalist Micro-recessive-macro-regressive Cis-gendered 4th-wave femininizer **** nonsense!" —Every Archie Bunker
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May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 9:25 PM UTC
FALL FROM THE FAMILY
The core of  within and without Where sums of all rule the trades Pressing each of the passing wind To sounds of a prolific harmony My heart rises at the melody switch Where after a flutter, the matter fix reaching to restore the fueled crux To forms of an ecstatic tuned melody The core of within and without Where all the unknowns are unsung Panting on motorized highways To mouths of folded tale and tragedy My heart still praises in your anchor Where safety sails to the depths Reaching the cliffs on the coral bay To trenches as a calm whisper to an ally
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Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 1:00 PM UTC
Intersectional Dice
You are an amazing writer And one hell of a character I love the way you think In your armour, are there no chinks Precisely do you know how to attract readers In your world, there ain't no order! Thou art the mistress of chaos To your writings, if people are averse Then it is their loss Because you are an absolute diamond And for you, never does learning end!! You are an amazing writer And a stellar storyteller You always call a ***** a ***** By rules, you do not abide When you are angry We all are angry Because we cannot stand injustice And you yourself are Lady Justice!! You are an amazing writer Sure, you do have your share of haters But that only serves to underscore the sheer impact you produce Truly, art thou a natural force!! Smashing the Brahminical patriarchy looks not impossible Only because your spirit is unbreakable!! You are an amazing writer And an even better reciter Your poetry is simply revolutionary And though your critics are often reactionary You simply let your keyboard do the talking Thus reducing them to effectively nothing!! You are an amazing writer And we are your debtors Because, you are one of those fearless critics Whom the government always tries to silence But you brave storm after storm In order to try and ensure justice for the downtrodden You are the oasis that represents hope In a desert full of despair You are an amazing writer Who doesn't give two hoots about her detractors You are the true face of intersectional feminism In a land full of Savarna feminism Which is as fake as Israeli democracy Thanks to you, gender equality is not a mere fantasy!! Most important of all, though Is your anti-caste activism In the never-ending battle against casteism You are one of the fiercest warriors May you eventually succeed in breaking all the barriers Which stand between you and annihilation of caste!! Jai Bhim!! Vaazhga Periyar!!
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Mar 26, 2024
Mar 26, 2024 at 1:37 PM UTC
You Are An Amazing Writer
You are an amazing writer And one hell of a character I love the way you think In your armour, are there no chinks Precisely do you know how to attract readers In your world, there ain't no order! Thou art the mistress of chaos To your writings, if people are averse Then it is their loss Because you are an absolute diamond And for you, never does learning end!! You are an amazing writer And a stellar storyteller You always call a ***** a ***** By rules, you do not abide When you are angry We all are angry Because we cannot stand injustice And you yourself are Lady Justice!! You are an amazing writer Sure, you do have your share of haters But that only serves to underscore the sheer impact you produce Truly, art thou a natural force!! Smashing the Brahminical patriarchy looks not impossible Only because your spirit is unbreakable!! You are an amazing writer And an even better reciter Your poetry is simply revolutionary And though your critics are often reactionary You simply let your keyboard do the talking Thus reducing them to effectively nothing!! You are an amazing writer And we are your debtors Because, you are one of those fearless critics Whom the government always tries to silence But you brave storm after storm In order to try and ensure justice for the downtrodden You are the oasis that represents hope In a desert full of despair You are an amazing writer Who doesn't give two hoots about her detractors You are the true face of intersectional feminism In a land full of Savarna feminism Which is as fake as Israeli democracy Thanks to you, gender equality is not a mere fantasy!! Most important of all, though Is your anti-caste activism In the never-ending battle against casteism You are one of the fiercest warriors May you eventually succeed in breaking all the barriers Which stand between you and annihilation of caste!! Jai Bhim!! Vaazhga Periyar!!
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i want to shave my legs, i want to be a girl again i want to be like you, i want to be feminine i want to be pretty, i want to wear pink i want to pluck my eyebrows, i want to wear a dress i want to paint my nails, i want to wear lipstick i want to have the softest skin, i want to wear the pinkest blush i want to write queer poetry, i want to write love songs i want to be gay, i want to be a lesbian i want to write about your ***** i want to write about my lack of a ***** i want to wear cute glasses — i have cute glasses i want my hair to fall down to my lower back i want to tuck it behind my ears i want to put it in pigtails, i want to wear it in a scrunchie i want to be a feminist i want to be an intersectional feminist i want to be an angry feminist i don’t want to suffer under patriarchy i don’t want to be told to be quiet a man is talking i don’t want to be told to smile i don’t want to be stared at with beady eyes i don’t want to be ***** i don’t want to feel unsafe i want to feel free, i want to be me i want to be published i want to win poetry prizes i want to show trans girls that we can do anything
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Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 7:31 AM UTC
i want to shave my legs
Black Black is the colour a bad day comes to mind or the day people go mad buying online. Black is the night we’re evil and danger lurks negative connotations that evoke the inert. Black when beautiful is a pleasure to see illuminates, power, history culture of humanity. Black is positive regardless of norms neutral defined intersectional and kind. Black in essence is unique and refined a culture of mankind like alabaster solid and surreal.
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Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 5:40 PM UTC
Black