I remember lonely and
what it tasted like before
your name took root in my throat,
before everything reminded me of your mouth.
I don’t know how I lived that way…
Nobody’s going to save you.
No one’s going to cut you down
cut the thorns thick around you.
No one’s going to storm
the castle walls
nor kiss awake your birth,
climb down your hair,
nor mount you onto the white steed.
There is no one who
will feed the yearning.
Face it. You will have
to do, do it yourself.
-excerpt from “Letting Go” by Gloria Anzaldúa.
No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow.
I went inside my heart to see how it was.
Something there makes me hear the whole world weeping.
(Source: versosdeliberacion)
Mujeres, a no dejar que el peligro del viaje y la inmensidad del territorio nos asuste - a mirar hacia adelante y a abrir paso en el monte. Caminante, no hay puentes, se hace puentes al andar.
Gloria Anzaldúa
[Women, let’s not let the danger of the journey and the vastness of the territory scare us - let’s look forward and open paths in these woods. Voyager, there are no bridges, one builds them as one walks.]
(via comfortshade)
Our skins are empty
They have been vacated by the spirits
who are angered by our reluctance
to feed them.
(Source: noldarling)
Louis Reyes Rivera, poet and publisher of Shamal Books, visited five NYC alternative high school sites in 1987 as part of Ten Penny Players’ arts in education and professional development program.
“When i discovered that i could write, the first law i passed by myself was that I would never lie in my work, and consequently I’ve been about the business of wanting to share what I know and learn and have studied, and certainly understood and experience from the way in which life works against and for us.”
—- Louis Reyes Rivera
Love Rain
Jill Scott & Mos Def“You are the beautiful distress of mathematics. For you I would peel open the clouds like new fruit and give you lightening and thunder as a dowry. I would make the sky shed all of its stars, light and rain and I would clasp the constellations across your waist and I would make the heavens your cape and they would be pleased to cover you. They would be pleased to cover you. May I please cover you?”
This is going on my mirror.
………. :x
(Source: community.feministing.com)
