That Crown of Horns had been worn by a queen.
That Crown of Horns had been worn by a warrior who fought for the weakest and just causes.
That Crown of Horns had been worn by her mother.
That Crown of Horns was now worn by a murderer, a usurper.
That Crown of Horns was used for the sole purpose of humiliating both mother and daughter.
Mocking the heroine and the criminal.
Artist's: Annie Stegg Gerard.
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They can take our mouths
And make us speak no more
But we will learn to write
They can take our paper
And make us write no more
But we will learn to sign
They can take our hand
And make us sign no more
But we will learn to talk with our eyes
They can take our eyes
And make us blink not more
They can burn can burn us like witches
But when we can communicate no more
We will find a way to scream
"No more"
"No more"
"No more"
(this is a poem I wrote while brushing my teeth this morning. It's about kosa but also other protests. It means that even if the government takes our social media to try and silence us, we will find a way to fight back.
This situation we are in is like when workers unions where kinda banned in some companies because the bosses didn't want people to work together. They still found a way to meet and to protest together. I believe that as queer people, we too can fight for freedom and the ability to talk without our government interfering.
So fight against kosa, email your reps. Fight against the homophobe and transphobia that is happening in Africa by learning more about what's going on and how you can help at @queer-africa.
Fight and when you have been silenced, find a way to scream)
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I can’t let him read my poetry because how could I go back to being strangers with someone who has seen my soul?
-m.k. // words are windows to the soul
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From Brenna Twohy's book, Swallowtail. (Button Poetry, 2019).
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[Image description: A cut-up/found poem. Transcript is below.]
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my daughter gets older
she learns about my self removal
she learns about my guilt
Taking my daughter to my laser hair removal appt
so she doesn't feel
so she doesn't get older
so she doesn't care about it when Taking laser self removal
my daughter gets older
she learns about hair
she learns she doesn't care about my guilt
she learns she doesn't care about my self removal
and so my daughter gets older
Taking my daughter to my laser hair removal appt
Taking my daughter to my removal
my daughter gets older
my daughter gets older
my daughter gets older
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My body is hot,
my pulse quickened.
A wave of heat and adrenaline invades my body,
makes me imagine what I can do anything tonight,
the night always makes me think that I am invincible.
Where it soon becomes calm but my body remains warm,
I feel relaxed,
sleepy,
almost giving me numbness.
The little death that awaits me.
A wave of heat spreads through my body,
what makes you cold again is knowing that tomorrow will be day again.
The silence goes away, duty appears and must be fulfilled.
During the morning I will dream of the night,
when everything is silent and it only seems that I exist in the world alone and I am invincible.
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I’m worried that everything I ever thought of him is more than he’ll ever be willing to give me.
-m.k. // firestarter pt. 7
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