You’re in love with him, and he’s in love with you, and it’s like a goddamn tragedy, because you look at him and see the stars, and he looks at you and sees the sun. And you both think the other is just looking at the ground.
no one’s “in your face” or “shoving it down your throat,” you’re just so comfortable with and accustomed to the silence of marginalized groups that hearing their voices at all is disruptive to you and your nicely ordered white middle-class cisgender heterosexual neurotypical non-disabled christian worldview
and i have zero sympathy if all this new sound is too loud for you
because you should have been listening for it all along
this describes a lot of Rodney’s work
“If you really believe that representation doesn’t matter, then why the fuck are you threatened by it? If not seeing yourself depicted in stories has no negative psychological impact - if the breakdown of who we see on screen has no bearing on wider social issues - then what would it matter if nine stories out of ten were suddenly all about queer brown women? No big, right? It wouldn’t change anything important; just a few superficial details. Because YOU can identify with ANYONE.
So I guess the problem is that you just don’t want to. Because deep down, you think it’ll make stories worse. And why is that? Oh, yeah: because it means they wouldn’t all be about YOU.”
This is what working with children is like.
And get yourself dressed instead
Of running around
And pulling on your threads
And breaking yourself up
If it’s a broken part, replace it
If it’s a broken arm, then brace it
If it’s a broken heart, then face it
And hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way
that was once a part of you.
It shouldn’t hurt
to lose people
who are now nothing
but dead weights,
even if they were
once a part of you.
|—||11:51 a.m. (This is the year you will learn to let go)|
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love
Warsan Shire, For Women Who Are Difficult To Love