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by Mia McKenzie
Yesterday, while driving, I was stopped at a light and I saw a little boy, maybe six years old, waiting with his mother to cross the street. The way he stood, with one hip jutted out and a hand on the other hip, filled me with happiness. He had very large eyes and long lashes and as he looked around, he seemed to take everything into his small self, his eyes bright with excitement over the woman selling strawberries on the corner, and the sounds coming from the barber shop. As they started to cross the street, as they started walking, the mother reached over and grabbed the boy's shoulder and said, "Stop walking like that!" The boy's entire demeanor changed. His shoulders rounded, his head lowered. I couldn't see his eyes anymore.
by La Loba Loca
I got these patches from 1384 screenprinting at the last anarchist book fair in Los Angeles right after a horrible white fucking person yelled at a beautiful brown mama for selling chicken at the gathering. The horrible person, skin waste and excess population was so fucking violent towards the brown lady that her gorgeous chubby lil brown kid felt embarrassed and was telling her mama they should go home. This pisses me off A LOT, pero for reals whats up with the amnesia? Who the fuck are the people that create the most waste and use up the most resources in the world? Who da fuck is related to the people that own Monsanto and all that horrible shit? Who da FUCK are the people that colonized, raped and took over land and COLONIZE indigenous foods? GUESS! So yeah amnesia pisses me off.
by Mia McKenzie
Hey, White Liberals*:
I needed to break protocol to reach out to you and let you know that you’re killing me. No, worse. Much worse. You’re robbing me of part of my humanity.
by Asam Ahmad
Our President says
those responsible for the bombings
will be held accountable;
speaks of the 'full weight of justice,'
dread and nausea
swells up inside me
by Mia McKenzie
There's a lot to say about the Brad Paisley and LL Cool J song "Accidental Racist" and everything it brings up. Like the fact that being an "accidental" racist is not a thing. Doing racist stuff, whether 'accidentally' or on purpose, is just plain old 'being racist'. So there's that. Plus a whole bunch of other things.
by Joy KMT
Charms
I have licked my mothers face clean of tears.
I have keened my tongue against the moon.
The sun rises in the morning,
I call that luck.
by Mia McKenzie
Over the last couple of days, many people around the country have been caught-up in the whole same-sex marriage drama that's currently taking place in the Supreme Court. As someone who doesn't personally or politically feel connected to so-called 'marriage equality'
It's come to my attention that some of our readers might be slightly interested in a "day-in-the-life" of Black Girl Dangerous post.
...or at least how it's used.
by Janani
My tension with the term 'person of color' begins in high school. It begins at a stay-away anti-oppression camp in Jefferson City, Missouri. I was grouped with 50 other young people around my age, most of us just starting to put words to our lived experiences: race, class, gender, sex.
by Mia McKenzie
Today, the two 16-year-old football players who were accused of raping a 16-year-old girl in Steubenville, Ohio were found guilty. The boys' emotional reactions to the verdict, including crying in court, led several different CNN personalities to lament that their young lives have been ruined.
by Ramyky
Challenging the paradigm of gender, Mars As A Girl is a photo portfolio of Brazilian transsexual women.
by Mia McKenzie
The thing about being a little black girl in the world is that even when you are the youngest person ever to be nominated for an Academy Award, many people will use the occasion not to hold you up for all of the amazing things you obviously are, but to tear you down for the ways you don't look like them, the ways your name isn't their kind of right, the ways you don't remind them of themselves, the ways you are not blonde or blue-eyed, as if those things could possibly matter when set against the otherwordly talent and beauty and brilliance you possess.
by Hel Gebreamlak
I was fourteen and strategically hiding behind an overheated computer, in a poorly ventilated classroom in Western Idaho. It was the summer, and being from Seattle, I was not used to the heat. I had signed up for a six-week long program for youth who aspired to be the first generation in their families to graduate from university. Though I would later go on to drop out of college, I sat in this classroom with my peers planning our post-graduation careers. This is where you turned hardships into success stories. This is where you called them hardships, not trauma, never oppression, but something that could be overcome.
by Mia McKenzie
A long time ago, when you were a wee thing, you learned something, some way to cope, something that, if you did it, would help you survive. It wasn't the healthiest thing, it wasn't gonna get you free, but it was gonna keep you alive.
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by The Lady Ms. Vagina Jenkins
1.
I do have visible scars. Up and down the outside of my thighs. They are brown, like me. Just in different shades. Some Carolina-clay-colored, others more of a deep pecan. Most people who notice them nowadays are kinky. They think of them as beautiful.
I’m still trying. (To think of them as beautiful, I mean.)
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