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  • Hot Topics > Pride & Prejudice
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    Growing up in the Twenty-first Century I was obviously familiar with the term “Feminism”; however, growing up in the situation I did, the word often carried a heavily negative connotation. often associated with radical or anarchist behavior. As if the idea of women empowering themselves was some...
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    Within the last 150 years or so, whenever an underprivileged group (whatever that group may be whether Black, Asian, Islamic, Women, LGBTQ or Hispanic etc.) our natural remedy is to heighten the power or social status of that group. Whether or not this heightening is an effective means to ending the...
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    Those men who sleep in glass houses should learn to expect the wrath of small children. Their suits, usually stained ruby from the soft lips of lovers should become acquainted with a new sanguine touch. So when they begin to stone the woman dressed in a heirloom black gown; they should k...
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    Eyes the shade of ash eyeing the garden before dawn. Artisan hands that carved your marble jaw. A Mouth of thunder each word a prince of lightning. Flesh of mica that sheds your foul touch. The Forlorn lovers dank with adoration. Your heart- a furnace fueling a seventh inferno....
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    I was thirteen When I learned that death did not want me. That every time I crawled into the dark abyss It would spit me out. Blackened. I was fourteen When I learned of my own body. That lust is synonymous with hate It asphyxiated me and left me broken. Septic. I was...
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    Eight years ago God spoke to me to gift me an orphan. I knew before you said it. Some people wish for foresight. Foresight I was given. And my pretty foresight told me my mommy lay a broken corpse. When my grandmother told me my mother was dead. I sat quietly. I did not cry or mourn. I sat lik...
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    A siren's song upon the leg to the kiss of palpable thunder. These sanguine petals were plucked from the art of persuasion. A primordial covenant, wandering, crestfallen. An eye of coal; sight that cleaves the flesh. The hair woven from breath, nails gripping the intangible....
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    Sometimes I read about physics before bed. But lately I cannot pick up another book about the immensity of the cosmos or the timelessness of the sun. Because I read somewhere that in a black hole even if there was the brightest light we wouldn’t be able to see it. And that we ...
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    Swallowing jolts of thick, exasperating water. Water to clean those hands after the crowd has spoken. They will try to rid your body of its own gospel. Compelled by their own commended zealotry Holding in their long unwavering arms the black communities. Like a tool to break their own yolk. ...
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    Eden’s first home was America. When the law was carved in Philadelphia. And Moses received It atop the Colorado Mountains. When hundreds baptized in the Mississippi speechless of its splendor David and Solomon found their crowns here, in the tobacco leaves Jamestown. Lincoln speaking his fea...
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    When I was a boy I went to a Catholic, private grammar school juxtaposed in the center of the ghetto. Every day on the bus we would pass the projects and section 8 housing, sometimes we may have even cracked a joke about the crackheads on the corner deli outside our little gated haven. Often, when...
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    I sat in my desk. I could deny it no more. Fascist hands digging' deep into my soul. Sealing my intuition of a language that has no tongue. They censored me like a Soviet paper, a Nazi novel, ashes flying away in the wind. Wrapping a Catholic Rosary around my bloodied wrist, the Brown Shir...
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    When I went to the blood drive they turned me away. They didn’t want the poison that ran through my veins. Didn’t want another like me running loose in the streets. You see, I was old enough, I was healthy, but I said I am gay. Gays like me don’t have blood in our veins, we have venom;...
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    "Bent stumps grow crooked trees" my Spanish teacher says in her thick accent as we learn proverbs. I try to thumb through these idioms and words as they plant their roots in me. But still it is too hard for me to fathom how that seed, modest and minute; grew to the towering amalgamatio...
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    Until I was thirteen I never learned what privilege was. Before then it was a word. That was when I learned the word “cisgender”, before then there was no word, it was boy, man X-Y, human. But I met someone transsexual and he was filled with love and compassion. But I learned he did not have...
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    Do you ever notice how after you say a word so many times it loses its meaning? I believe life to be that way. I have seen the rise and fall of men. Life lost, life gained, and nothingness. I’ve known secrets that I could not keep because they would slither through your lips. I’ve felt reckl...
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    I knew a girl with eyes as blue as the ocean and as empty as the sea. I had known those eyes a mile away. Raging waters crashing against the shore. She was so pensive, so woeful. No one ever asked her what was wrong, they all thought they knew. She had no thigh gap, or hourglass waist. Rather a t...
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    I see you with her. Smiling and giving kisses on the nose. I knew it could never be. But life is blind hope. After all these years I've realized my heart is futile and my woes, plentiful. And all I've ever known were inadequate adventures. But after all these years, I still can't ...
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    Vintage scars and VCRs wrapped up in floral scarves. Cigarette-stained teeth and cold blue eyes that told you “I don't care.” Dishevelled blonde hair with a pale white streak. How could she let her thoughts turn to death? She swore she would stamp it out. She would stare at the inkblot c...
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    At sixes and sevens we found the truth It was all true, the ends, they did indeed justify the means; The road to hell was truly paved with good intentions The intentions of a people that desired nothing more than freedom And as always, from freedom, comes chaos It was as if for a mere moment ch...
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    Even the Seraphim did not hearken to your call. But I did. I knew from the moment you came in with those beautiful saphires of eyes. I knew, that you had a cryptic heart. A heart gaurded by the most fiendish of men. With your soccer ball rush and declension of nouns. Oh, i knew. I saw right thro...
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    My mother, are you at peace? I remember so clearly the early days. I remember your strength and I remember your faith. Your inspired awe as you looked upon the barricade I built as he would continue to lash. My appreciation slowly dwindled as the years went on. I remember our last day, the day at ...
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    I saw your white stained teeth Through the black scruff And tobacco-stench breath You kissed me on the nose In the back of your mother’s car And slowly, I descended with grace And after all these years all I have learned from you: What is gone, may never asphyxiate...
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    I cannot remember a time when my youth was untouched by the waves of reality. I cannot recall ever playing in the sand building monuments of splendor. But most of all, I do not remember any kiss on the forehead or bedtime story. Although there are somethings I do remember, I remember them everyda...
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    Your smooth brown eyes shining in the street lights at 4am. They whispered sweet lullabies to me night after night. Your thick thighs and beautiful impurities giving me coccaine heartbeats. Your smile and stained teeth, giving me butterflies after school. Shining like a malachite flower with mag...

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