I have no interest in being around people who assign malicious intent to every mistake. If grace is reserved for no one, not even the people in your life, I can only imagine how harshly you judge strangers
I had a realization a few years ago that I don't need to figure out why this person is doing a certain behavior I dislike. All that matters is I know I don't like the behavior and I can leave
all relationships can survive mistakes, but they cannot survive patterns. Repeated behavior isn't a mistake, it's a decision, apologies lose meaning when the actions never change
The thing about patriarchal violence is that it wasn’t me or you today, because it was someone else. We’re not “safe” because we’re smarter or “made better choices” or #hate men more. We’re often just…lucky.
You start talmbout black femicide and niggas get to talking bout a damn “gender war” like . Let’s be fucking foreal for a second man. This is real life
There is no version of woman who cannot be seen as a prostitute. To some people, going to college makes you a harlot, to others, wearing tight outfits, or not going to church, or drinking alcohol, or having a car, or having premarital sex, or wearing lashes, or not cooking. . .
When you as a woman realise that every culture has their definition of ‘prostitute’—the woman with her hair out, the unmarried woman, women who live alone, who wear red lipstick, who work, etc—you will understand that prostitute means woman, & you will fight for your liberation.
We read books & poetry because they enlarge us. They expand our thinking, our empathy, our connectedness. Art reminds us of why we live: for beauty, for wonder, for understanding. Though our culture may say otherwise, these are vital & necessary. They sustain us.