⚠️ URGENT ⚠️
I dont know if any of u remember me but Im one of the few black art commentary creators on youtube and i need ur help
I was recently targeted by a racist troll who hacked my accounts and deleted everything I worked for over the past 7 years.
I lost everything..
remember, when you move trans women to "male prisons," this is what happens.
it is a mass rape policy. when you instate the policy, at least be honest, and say you want trans women killed and raped
I wasn’t foolish enough to expect a major reaction, but it’s still shocking to see such a muted response to a UN report that says the Gaza Genocide continues.
Palestinians are so dehumanized that Israel can deliberately kill CHILDREN without sparking global outrage or action.
I am a Black Palestinian ✊
We are not terrorists.
We are forgotten, starving, and displaced 💔
All we ask for is dignity, freedom, and life.🍉🇵🇸🕊️
https://t.co/E7TbF8Pshx
The UN has officially declared Gaza a genocide. And that Israel is deliberately targeting children and babies
Only took them 3 freaking years to get there
Obama and the Clinton’s are responsible for this crime against humanity. Liberals will tell you with a straight face that voting for the lesser of two evils is a form of harm reduction as they bomb, destabilize nations across the globe.
What does it feel like to sleep in a bed?
To wake up and wash your face at a sink in front of a mirror?
To open your closet and pick out what you want to wear from your nice, clean clothes?
To make a cup of coffee with ease?
To drink cold water?
What does it feel like to turn the lights on and off, whenever you feel like it?
Or to plug your phone in or take it out of the charger whenever you want?
What about having internet all the time?
What about the feeling of a home? Its atmosphere, its smell?
What does it feel like to see yourself looking nice and beautiful in the mirror?
What about laughing with your family at the dining table?
Or being able to run to the store as soon you decide that you want to buy something?
What about the feeling of closing your bedroom door to be alone because you’re depressed?
Or to sit on a balcony or in a garden?
What about watering the plants?
What’s the feeling of doing dishes at the sink, with a lot of water and good-smelling soap?
Oh yeah, and what does it feel like to have a washing machine?
What does it feel like to have your own space?
Or to pray by yourself, in a place of peace and solitude?
Or to walk on beautiful roads?
And what’s it like to go to work?
To go to class? To study? To go to practice? To take exams?
What does it feel like to hang out with friends? And to sit in your favorite place?
What does it feel like to hear a catchy song in the car?
Or to go to the sea because you miss it?
My people, what does it feel like to miss someone and to go see them? Without long distances and lines of graves separating you?
Or to see your family and friends everyday?
Tell me again. A house. A home. What does it feel like?
What does it feel like to go up and down the stairs? To move around, from room to room. To take a shower, in a shower stall, in a bathroom.
I forgot! What does nice, clean water feel like? And soap and shampoo?
And how, and how, and how…
We have forgotten this all.
Please remind us.