imperialism
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Don’t turn away. Stay soft.
I just watched a reel of a mother rocking and singing to her deceased child. Her hysteria was heartbreakingly calm, like shattered clay settling to the bottom of the sea. In the last two seconds of the reel, she buried her face in the shroud, still singing so very softly, and I find myself hoping… Continue reading
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My Uber Driver Mistook me for Mexican
“I thought you were someone from home,” came after his apology “Filipino,” I said, as an offering, after I apologized too A small bit about myself in exchange for a glancing tenderness his language allowed “That’s why. You have the Spanish blood too,” and that was that And I didn’t want to burden him but… Continue reading
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Drops in a Bucket
There are not enough tears to cry for all of them but I will cry for them on my lunch break and my bus ride home and the hour before I fall asleep the rest of the day requires a straight face and full command of my vocal chords but I will allow my heart… Continue reading
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Throw yourselves on the gears of the mass killing machine
Some days I am the body that stops a bullet. Some days I am the path of the bullet missing its mark. Some days I am clarity, unaccounted for and loaded into the chamber, primed for its moment. Some days the collateral is an entire universe. Some days exit wounds are lifetimes. Some days there… Continue reading
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Midwifing the Dawn
While you were sleeping, a new world is being born. While you are carrying on like business as usual, there are those laboring through the endless, eviscerating darkness to push this painfully evolved, radically imagined world into being, carrying what’s worth saving across the threshold and leaving everything else to burn. The new world is… Continue reading
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On College Campus Liberated Zones
I, too, had teachers who cared about meas I sought the truth.About the world, its foundation in injustices,its official whitewashed narratives,and what festers underneath;and about myself, where I woulddecide to stand in all of it. I, too, had been morally and ethicallychallenged, potent words casually thrownduring lectures irritating my comfort likean oyster and calcifying into… Continue reading
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A Molotov, the Molotov in Flames, the Flames themselves
There is so much to burn. We patiently peel back the layers and get horrified each time by what we find. Behind us, next generations claw their way down the same path and find the same horrors. We tried to warn you, we say, just as the ones before us had warned us. How deep… Continue reading
Rampant & Golden 