Can we talk about the level of bullshit that is the Special K “What will you gain when you lose” campaign? I keep seeing all of these commercials with taglines like “Nourishment - what will you gain when you lose?” “Willpower - what will you gain when you lose?”. Fuck them. Thin privilege is not having a massive ad campaign that focuses on how people with your body type don’t know how to take care of themselves and don’t have any willpower.
On Being Brought from Africa to America
‘Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to understand
That there’s a God, that there’s a Saviour too:
Once I redemption neither sought nor knew.
Some view our sable race with scornful eye,
“Their colour is a diabolic die.”
Remember, Christians, Negros, black as Cain,
May be refin’d, and join th’ angelic train.
exceprt: An Address to Phillis Wheatley
Come, dear Phillis, be advised,
To drink Samaria’s flood;
There nothing that shall suffice
But Christ’s redeeming blood.
John iv. 13, 14.
While thousands muse with earthly toys;
And range about the street,
Dear Phillis, seek for heaven’s joys,
Where we do hope to meet.
Matth. vi. 33.
movement of time through the music of space,
eye hear a bell ringing blue in sentences,
the language spoken in sleep becomes an echo here,
a translation when written down on white paper,
in the air, when spoken, words seem like a dream
pulsating through ether in blue melodies of tongues
weaving inside sentences, packed with local
idioms, carved from blue spaces by human breath,
sounds rooted in voices here evoke metaphors
coursing blood-deep, form ancient tribal gestures,
where words fixed in geographic locations repeat
through reverberating memory, bring recognition
ricocheting through a collective truth, perhaps
then language can evoke a shared history,
music, when sentences mirror rhythms of tongues
poetry rises like suns birthing circles of love
the worst kind of misogyny
is the kind that seeps out of your uncle’s mouth at christmas dinner
or from your favorite movie you’ve watched 500 times
or that snide comment your cousin makes on vacation
from the people you trust
and so quick
so slickly spoken
you barely catch it
It’s worse when it seeps out of my mouth. Or rather, when I discover it seeping through the cracks in my logical constructs, and it festers in my ideas and dreams and emotions.
Only if I’m lucky, it seeps out into the light of day where I can see it. Only then can I defeat it.