the year my oma was born
Hungarian Jews were being placed in Auschwitz for the first time
the eyes were still made of glass
still empty and full of a hunger for anything teeth can hold on to

my oma was born in Paris
didn’t have to have a passport
her German was a little gray body, that never screamed
only cried in silent fits / so cracked open

the year  my oma was born France gained liberty
in a way she was born
if only for a moment, into freedom

the year my oma was born, her true home, Mannheim,
was bombed 144 times
the home her mother built all splinters

this is from my 30/30 for NaPoWriMo.  I am doing a series about growing up in a rust belt town. I miss Tumblrlites
Marathons Of Missed Needles
 these boys are all made of oil
from laying too long under their mother’s cars
from letting their ankles lay too close to the engine of their motor bikes
my best friend from those years, broken between puberty and running away,
had teeth that cut open the way the smoke stacks
left empty shadows on the back drop of this town 
his smile always felt void of potential
he made the girl he liked necklaces by running a drill bit through nickles and hanging them from cheap chains
the kind that left a green circle around your neck
he was sweet yet full of all things unlady like
he would stand below our windows at night
catching our feet in clasped hands, hoisting us out and into nights of cinnamon whiskey
and stolen bicycles
the last time he knocked I swore it was a ghost
it was an August day that left your sweat begging for mercy
who knocks on a window in the heat of the day?
I had not seen him in this town in years
he stood from me, arms crossed behind his back
smiled something awful innocent
an anger welled up inside of me like, where the hell you been?
 ”prison”
he holds an arm out in an attempt to explain
the soft inside is knotted something ugly
is a mine field of already broken open
track mark does no justice to the marathons of missed needles
collecting muscle pockets against his skin
I stand all tears and empty window panes
Don’t dare to tell him how I put myself through school
he says he started dealing
I don’t say I bought my first car
he says he stole one
a mini van
trying to travel 45 packets to the other side of town
the chief of police, we always knew by first name, chased him
he drove on the sidewalk, plowed a mail box
all 45 packets and him spilling oil as thick as tar in the streets
I smile
all broken up like the smoke stacks
I laugh at the idea of thinking he was a ghost at the door
some times the truth is funny

the middle west swallow us all kind a full
how any sign of sun shine shames us
shows too much of our rust bitten ankles
puts too much light on our empty buildings
our ghost town factories 
we can all afford to window shop here
when our windows are abandoned dreams
are low standards for education
or showing the inside of the neighbor’s Del Sol

playing ac/dc until our stomachs hurt
and we pour and pour and pour
amber through our lungs
the reason we dont get any sun here
is only because we can not stand to see
how tired we all have become

I left your eyes there
like chain mail
I pray you don’t try to figure out

it breaks in our window
in no attempts to be repaired
it stretches it’s gray less than black but still gray
into our moon light
it always looks like fog
we prayed for sun every night
until our feet hurt, until every movement was a reverse rain dance
beating the sound of shakers backwards



it breaks in our window
this morning we decide to leave

make sure you leave the door unlocked

the car still running
the grass stains still streaking in an endless mud slide pattern

make sure you leave the flashlight fallen at my feet

the hunger still harrowing your bones
still making something big out of a whole lot of nothing

make sure they have something you left unfinished
to remember you by
when they remember

you’re gone

I bleed typos

shayeofthesea:

f4bulazy:

Props to my 6 year old self for calling out bullshit at an early age.

I had this book hahahah

shayeofthesea:

f4bulazy:

Props to my 6 year old self for calling out bullshit at an early age.

I had this book hahahah

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vasundharaa:

This is a resource post for all the Good White Person™s out there. You know, the ones who say things like “It’s not my fault I’m white! Don’t generalize white people!”, or “I’m appreciating your culture! You should be proud!”, or “Why do you hate all white people, look I’m a special snowflake who’s not racist give me an award for meeting the minimum requirements for being a decent human being”.Well, if you are actually interested in understanding racism and how it ties into cultural appropriation, please read instead of endlessly badgering PoCs on tumblr with your cliched, unoriginal arguments and repeating the same questions over and over.
On White Privilegeaka don’t blame me just because I’m white:
It’s Not My Fault I Was Born White: Basics of White Privilege x
Racial Divide x
Endless Examples of White Privilege x
You Cannot Know What It’s Like To Be A Racial Minority x
Intersectional Feminism x
White Privilege Does Not Mean White People Have Perfect Lives x
White Privilege and White Supremacy: A Presentation x
You Will Never Experience Racism x
Understanding White Privilege x
White Privilege and Double Standards x
Systematic White Ignorance x
The Invisibility of White Privilege x
The Luxury of White Privilege x 
White Privilege: The Harry Potter Analogy x
Privilege Denial Bingo x
Privilege and Cost x
Check Your Privilege 101 x
Whiteness x
Whiteness is Not A Culture x
White Privilege and Racism x
Deeply Embarrassed White People Talk About Race x
When White Anti Racists Talk About ~Their Struggle~ x
White Privilege As A System x
On Reverse Racism aka you are being racist against white people:
Are White People Racially Oppressed x
White People, the new Racial Minority x
People Don’t Value Pale Skin!! x
There Is No Such Thing As Reverse Racism x
Racism vs. Not Racism x
But White People Are Discriminated Against In Foreign Countries x
The Myth of Reverse Racism: Why Cracker is Not N**** x
Satire: A Step Wise Guide on Being Reverse Racist x
Racism Against White People vs. Racism Against POCs x
On Cultural Appropriationaka I’m just appreciating your culture:
The Basics x
Identifying Appropriation x
But When We Wear It … x
Why Can’t I Wear It (Hipster Headdresses) x
Not Yours x
If You Take The Bindi x
White People Do It Better x
Multiculturalism and Appropriation x
Cultural Appropriation and Portrayals In Print Media x
Diminishing the Cultural Significance of the Bindi x
The Cultural Appropriation Bingo x
Why We’re Fed Up of Your Responses x
Identities Are Not Costumes x
Hinduism And Appropriation x
Religion and Privilege x
Bindis Are Cool x
Exotic India x
What’s Wrong With Cultural Appropriation x
Racism, Bindis and Ganesh Tattoos x
BUT YOU’RE SPEAKING ENGLISH! x
Cultural Appropriation Trolls x
Guide to Being An Appropriating Douchefuck x
New Age ~Culture Mixing~ x
In case you’re tired of the prose, here’s poetry x
Why You Shouldn’t Wear A Bindi x
Appropriating and Sharing x
Our Culture is A Punchline Until It’s a Trend x
Homage Or Insult x
Tattoos and Appropriation x
Bollywood is Not Synonymous With Indian x
College Party Costumes and Stereotypes x
Dotheads x
Bindis and Racist Humour x
Hindu Iconography x 
Misuse of Hindu Iconography x
Your Appreciation Doesn’t Help Us x
Assorted Vials of White Tears and Miscellaneous Antidotesaka I can’t change that I’m white/not all whites are racist/we are all humans:
Unoriginal Arguments Refuted x
Quick Checklist: You Might Be Racist If x
Your Opinion Isn’t Necessary x
I’m Not Responsible For My Ancestors x
The Kumbayah Myth x
Proud to Be White x
Good White Person x
We Don’t Hate White People x
Brutality of Colonialism And Why You Can’t Tell Us To Forget the Past x
People Who Claim Not To See Race Are More Likely to Be Racist x
All Races are Beautiful Said the White Girl x 
Race Blindness Is A Luxury x
Well, You’re Racist For Calling Me Racist x
I’ve Read About Its Significance, I Know What It Means 
Angry Because Someone Called You Racist x
We’re Not All Like That x
People Only Care About This Trivial Shit On The Internet x
I Can’t Apologize for Being Born White, It’s Not My Fault x
Why Can’t You Tell Me What I’m Doing Wrong x
It’s Easy to Be Color Blind When You’re White x
A Diagrammatic Guide To White Tears x
Conversations I’m Sick Of Having With White People x
Why Do You Hate White People x
I’m Trying To Be Cultured x
Sisyphean Conundrum x
What is Your Problem x
We Are All Human, We All Bleed Red x
It’s Just A Bindi x
How Not To Respond To Accusations of Racism x
I’m Italian And 0.009% Native American x
What White People Think Racism Means: A Venn Diagram x
White Guilt x
White Pride!!!111!!! x
I Like *Insert Foreign Country* I Want To Live There x
You Have So Much Hate, Fighting Fire With Fire Won’t Help x
BooHoo, Don’t Call Me Racist x
Not Everything Ended With Your Ancestors x
The Racist Reaction x
I Don’t See Why That Is Racist x
Crummy Apologies x
Okay. I agree. I’ve been socially conditioned not to notice racism and recognize my privilege. What can I do?
Listen x
A Step Wise Guide x
I don’t care about this bullshit; you’re making a big deal out of nothing, go home and delete your blog:
The Clueless White Person Bus x

vasundharaa:

This is a resource post for all the Good White Persons out there. You know, the ones who say things like “It’s not my fault I’m white! Don’t generalize white people!”, or “I’m appreciating your culture! You should be proud!”, or “Why do you hate all white people, look I’m a special snowflake who’s not racist give me an award for meeting the minimum requirements for being a decent human being”.

Well, if you are actually interested in understanding racism and how it ties into cultural appropriation, please read instead of endlessly badgering PoCs on tumblr with your cliched, unoriginal arguments and repeating the same questions over and over.

On White Privilege
aka don’t blame me just because I’m white:

On Reverse Racism
aka you are being racist against white people:

On Cultural Appropriation
aka I’m just appreciating your culture:

Assorted Vials of White Tears and Miscellaneous Antidotes
aka I can’t change that I’m white/not all whites are racist/we are all humans:


Okay. I agree. I’ve been socially conditioned not to notice racism and recognize my privilege. What can I do?

I don’t care about this bullshit; you’re making a big deal out of nothing, go home and delete your blog:

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