happyomens

Twenty-three, Toronto, ON. Social worker. Feminist. Critically examining my place in the world. Self-dissection and confrontation. Unlearning bullshit, learning an honest self. This is a mix of things I like, political items and personal journalling.

Now see, it’s natural to assume the worst
when you’re raised to only trust yourself,

but I must agree.

You should know that you have been quite wrong,
your dad is right, it’s not his fault.
You only see what you need to see
to feel worse for your sorry life,
not to fix it but to only hide
behind walls you put up.

So continue feeling bad for yourself,
it’s not your fault it’s everyone else.

There’s one thing you fail to see.
You’re a man, you’re your fathers son.
You both decided it was best to run
and now you’re stuck being him.

So forget the plans you had for life,
it’s time to learn, it’s time for people to try
to look at things for what they are,
and not the best story line.

—The Early November. A Bigger Meaning. The Mother, The Mechanic, and The Path.

This is very relevant to some baggage I’ve been processing today.

(Source: anotherword)

ARE YOU INTO PUNK? ARE YOU BLACK? ARE YOU A WOMAN?

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If you answered yes to these questions, hit up my inbox! I am filming a short documentary on female afropunks, and am looking for participants to be interviewed. If you are not an female afropunk, but know someone who is and would be interested, feel free to pass this along!

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