Shall We Have A Conversation About Anger and Injustice

It’s been almost six Wait cue Black Hole Sunneed some thinking music…

In my eyes
In disguise
As no one knows
Hides the face
Lies the snake
The sun
In my disgrace
Boiling heat
Summer stench
neath the black
The sky looks dead
Call my name
Through the cream
And Ill hear you
Scream again
Black hole sun
Wont you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Wont you come
Wont you come

Now I know you are wondering where the fuck did that come from. Well as I started to say, almost six moths ago I started writing Womanist Musings with the goal of raising awareness and having conversations about topics that are ignored.  I have not missed a single day, such has been the level of my commitment. 

Cue Metallica ….Enter Sandman…howl at the moon time…

Somethings wrong, shut the light
Heavy thoughts tonight
And they arent of snow white
Dreams of war, dreams of liars
Dreams of dragons fire
And of things that will bite
Sleep with one eye open
Gripping your pillow tight
Exit light
Enter night
Take my hand
Off to never never land

I realize that this is a longwinded way of getting at my point so please bare with me.  I am sick and tired of the you’re so angry and your blog is filled with so much hate routine that I get each and every day. This world is not a pretty place for many people and that is the reality of the situation.  Do you think you can dress up rape, and murder with pretty platitudes, and make it smell like a bunch of fucking roses?  How about hunger? Would it all be better if we just kept the conversation to how much the cost of food is growing in the west without dealing with the fact that people in third world are eating fried mud?  You pissed about your minimum wage job? What about those that have to sneak across the border daily to feed their families and get paid way below minimum wage? What about the workers that are getting paid less than 1USD per day?

Does it make you feel better to talk about things as though they are post our reality. You know what I am talking about. Those idiots that insist that we are in a post racial world, or a post feminist world.  If it is all so post why do we still have honour killings, rapes, beatings, missing women, murdered pregnant women, domestic violence.  Yeah right now, even as I type this, some poor woman is being beaten half to death with her children in the background screaming and scared.  But it is all a post feminist world right. FUCK YOU and your post feminist shit.  Until the day occurs when not one single woman is subject to violence because she had the misfortune to be born with a vagina between her legs, feminism is a necessity, and you can tell your fucking colluding ass, idiot bitches, I SAID SO.

As for you post racist bigots.  Are you enjoying your racial privilege? I realize that you have neatly packed your white sheets away but you are not as invisible as you seem to believe. POC recognize you the minute we lay eyes on you. The stink coming off your body fouls my senses.  The worst part about your hatred is that it isn’t even about us.  It is about your greed.  You feel that you have the right to have the best of everything in this world; and therefore walk around with an entitlement chip on your shoulder.  Then you have the nerve to accuse us of being angry.  Tell you what, how about I imprison your youth with racist laws, ensure that they are undereducated in schools that are falling apart, introduce a drug that is highly addictive into your communities, make sure that your children see images of themselves each day that teaches them that they aren’t worth a drop of fucking spit in a bucket of piss, make sure that food in your neighbourhood is disgustingly high fat and expensive, refuse to hire you even though you are clearly over qualified for the position, and then blame you for all of the shit that is of my creation. You are like fucking Lucifer on earth.  God may or may not exist, but you racists leave me no doubt about the reality of evil.

Then there are the perverts that daily concern themselves about what I am doing with that evil contraption between my legs. Who and how I fuck is none of your goddamn business.  I may identify as a straight woman but that does not mean that I cannot see your evil homophobic and trans hate for what it is.  They are just another group that society has chosen to hate because certain people get advantages.  The whole time you stand there and spew your hatred getting totally orgasmic about it; I often wonder what you think it has to do with you what two people do with their bodies, or what gender a person wants to identify as.  If two women are fucking you don’t have to watch. Chances are they don’t want your interference anyway.   It’s not about you, so stop making it about you.

Change of Tune Lenny Kravitz I Wanna Fly Away….

I wish that I could fly
Into the sky
So very high
Just like a dragonfly
Id fly above the trees
Over the seas in all degrees
To anywhere I please
Oh I want to get away
I want to fly away
Yeah yeah yeah

Really I do wish, I could run, and hide somewhere until the ugliness and hate is over. When I had my kids I promised them that I would never surrender. I looked into their little eyes and promised I would do my best to make their lives a little easier than mine.  I promised with all of the love in my heart that I would fight the good fight, so that they could be counted as whole real people regardless of race, class, gender or sexuality.  The one thing I have never done is lie to my  children; and therefore I write womanist musings for them.  My passion for justice is based in nothing but the purest of love.  When I look into their eyes, I want them to know that their mother did what she could to make it a little easier not only for them, but for everyone who doesn’t get a fair shake in this life. So for all of you people who want to refer to me as angry and hate filled, you could not be more wrong.  What you see daily is a mothers angst, a mothers fear, and a mothers love.

Finishing with a Little Pearl Jam…..Alive

Oh I, oh, I’m still alive
Hey, I, I, oh, I’m still alive
Hey I, oh, I’m still alive


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