Category: chairman j
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a body is a ballot. it is folded at birth, passed hand to hand, already marked before i can even hold a pen. the state writes its name across my skin, ink that does not wash away. every scar becomes a signature, every bruise, a tally of decisions i never made. they cast their votes…
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freedom, to me, is a word with blood on it. as a black and mexican lesbian, i’ve never been handed freedom. not from this country. not from this system. and definitely not from capitalism, which calls my labor valuable but my life disposable. freedom is something they use in speeches but deny in policy. something…
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she came from the fields with dirt on her knees,whispers of angels caught in the breeze,barefoot prophet with fire in her chest—said god had a plan, said she wouldn’t rest. she rode like a ghost in silver and flame,soft voice speaking the loudest name.boys followed her into blood and gold,thinking heaven lived in the stories…
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ive recently started developing a personality and an idea of how i want to present my body (kinda). im still having gender and clothes issues but thats for another time (thank god). so far i only have three tattoos; my cross, a cuff of thorns around my bicep connected to my cross, and a mural…
Lesbihonest 