The language of my mind
Has been been forgotten
Fragmented and dispersed
Commission
Crochet Slouchy
Fluttershy
Pokeball series
Your lips on my skin
Light as air
Oh, oh, oh
Commission: Mega Charizard Y
“Progressive activists and scholars, while prepared to make critiques of the US and Canadian governments, are often not prepared to question their legitimacy. A case in point is the strategy of many racial justice organizations in the US or Canada, who have rallied against the increase in hate crimes since 9/11 under the banner, “We’re American [or Canadian] too.”
This allegiance to “America” or “Canada” legitimizes the genocide and colonization of Native peoples upon which these nation-states are founded. By making anti-colonial struggle central to feminist politics, Native women place in question the appropriate form of governance for the world in general. In questioning the nation-state, we can begin to imagine a world that we would actually want to live in. Such a political project is particularly important for colonized peoples seeking national liberation outside the nation- state.
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Art makes me feel like I can’t breathe.
It’s been a while since I made anything now I’m flooded with what ifs and wanting to make more? I should probably finish one of these. I may have a finished one somewhere
I haven’t created in a long time. I woke up this morning and thought of someone and just did this.
Tripnstumbl this is for you friend.
3 am Conversations
The secret ways of your smile infect me
Calling my appetite out of dormancy
The damnable feeling of attraction sweeps me
Something I thought was lost begins to stir
A beast arising from it’s deep slumber
Woken by the only one who could control it
Your voice is like the finest hard drug
Devastatingly addicting, it takes me whole
A gateway to some kind of fantasy world
Drugs do not campare to the facets of your mind
Dangerously controlling a hidden part of me
We play games in the dark, silent hours
Standing at the edge of a cliff, below unknown
The feeling to jump head first encompasses me
The contemplations of the power I hold over you
I feel your power over me is much stronger
I ache to reach into you and take what is mine
The pieces of yourself that you’ve locked away
A chest of things so intimate seduces me
I am careful lest it be a pandora’s box I open
I would gladly risk it all for one taste of you
The temptation is almost blinding and I…
I must show some sense of control
But what do I register as control with you
when you have my mind going in too many directions
The temptation of your pandora’s box takes me
I’d damn it all for your sweet devastation
Spiralling
Sometimes it feels like I’m just spiralling downwards without stopping.
Once upon a time I was a little one
Playing in the dirt, mud up to my chin
Singing made up songs, voice off-key
Once upon a time, I was a young one
My biggest problem, the homework I did
Waiting for play time to come around again
Once upon a time, I was almost grown
General depression sinking into me so deep
Hitting the books, taking tests, making grades
My childhood innocence has long left me
Leaving me with cruel people, cruel realities
Losing my way, wondering where playtime went