I have never really understood exactly what a ‘liberal’ is, though, since i have heard "liberals" express every conceivable opinion on every conceivable subject. As far as i can tell, you have the extreme right, who are fascist, racist capitalist dogs like Ronald Reagan, who come right out and let you know where they’re coming from. And on the opposite end, you have the left, who are supposed to be committed to justice, equality, and human rights. And somewhere between those two points is the liberal. As far as i’m concerned, ‘liberal’ is the most meaningless word in the dictionary. History has shown me that as long as some white middle-class people can live high on the hog, take vacations to Europe, send their children to private schools, and reap the benefits of their white skin privileges, then they are ‘liberals.’ But when times get hard and money gets tight, they pull off that liberal mask and you think you’re talking to Adolf Hitler. They feel sorry for the so-called under privileged just as long as they can maintain their own privileges.
— Assata, by Assata Shakur
My grandmother came all the way from North Carolina. She came to tell me about her dream. My grandmother had been dreaming all of her life, and the dreams have come true. My grandmother dreams of people passing and babies being born and people being free, but it is never specific. Redbirds sitting on fences, rainbows at sunset, conversations with people long gone. My grandmother’s dreams have always come when they were needed and have always meant what we needed them to mean. She dreamed my mother would be a schoolteacher, my aunt would go to law school, and, during the hard times, she dreamed the good times were coming. She told us what we needed to be told and made us believe it like nobody else could have. She did her part. The rest was up to us. We had to make it real. Dreams and reality are opposites. Action synthesizes them.
— Assata, by Assata Shakur
I thought of writing an epic to document our love story. But for now, I will settle on a recitation of the words you familiarized me with most.
I’m sorry. Thank you.
today has been one of those days where it is blindingly obvious that my life is held together by a frayed string.
so many things logistically went wrong, but it was also that all day i was overwhelmed by the emotion that i feel i am mostly taken for granted in my life and that i mostly allow that.
it is not overwhelming moments of sadness that have been getting me lately, it is the persistent discoloration of my life as it is. it is not palatable to me any longer.
the mix of resignation and disappointment feels more pervasive than ever.
also, i got my first jury summons today.
hoping that this isn’t what adulthood is about.
i have been with about 10 people in my life.
of these, 4 have claimed to love me deeply.
of these, 1 has made my cum.
of these, not a single one was a man.
homeboys are pushing a girl to be celibate if only for the sake of pragmatism. your “love”—it seems oddly selfish to me.