i always wonder why no one likes me and then i remember i dont even like me
In the slam poem “I Think She Was A She,” spoken word poet and performance artist Leyla Josephine recounts the abortion she had as a teenager and the cultural shame she’s been constantly confronted with ever since.
I’m quite pleased with this.
Rapping this out loud in my empty classroom like swag.
WALK INTO THE CLUB LIKE WADDUP I AM A BIG SCOT
I’M SO PUMPED ABOUT SOME VISION THAT THE WITCHES GOT
I WILL BE THANE, SO SAYS THE PROPHECY
THAT PEOPLE LIKE “DAMN, MACBETH DESERVES GLORY”
I reblogged this so fast guys
When a strange man tells a woman she looks “nice”, he is informing her that he approves of the way she is performing her femininity.
Even if he is not explicitly harassing her, this is a micro aggression. It is a reminder that our appearance is what is valuable about us, that we are consistently being evaluated and that it behooves us to keep living up to your standards.
- me: *sniffs air*
- me: ah september
- me: the time where bugs die
- me: and tv shows gradually return from hiatus
- me: aaah