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Canada | Ontario | 17 |

Bonjour, I am Kat, welcome to my little small country! I enjoy writing, singing and drawing. I also cosplay and do makeup and hair for fun. Feel free to always drop me an ask! I am always ready to mingle! Enjoy you're stay in my little Wonderland~
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What’s Genocide?

their high school principal
told me I couldn’t teach
poetry with profanity
so I asked my students,
“Raise your hand if you’ve heard of the Holocaust.”
in unison, their arms rose up like poisonous gas
then straightened out like an SS infantry
“Okay. Please put your hands down.
Now raise your hand if you’ve heard of the Rwandan genocide.”
blank stares mixed with curious ignorance
a quivering hand out of the crowd
half-way raised, like a lone survivor
struggling to stand up in Kigali
“Luz, are you sure about that?”
“No.”
“That’s what I thought.”

“Carlos—what’s genocide?”

they won’t let you hear the truth at school
if that person says “fuck”
can’t even talk about “fuck”
even though a third of your senior class
is pregnant.

I can’t teach an 18-year-old girl in a public school
how to use a condom that will save her life
and that of the orphan she will be forced
to give to the foster care system—
“Carlos, how many 13-year-olds do you know that are HIV-positive?”

“Honestly, none. But I do visit a shelter every Monday and talk with
six 12-year-old girls with diagnosed AIDS.”
while 4th graders three blocks away give little boys blowjobs during recess
I met an 11-year-old gang member in the Bronx who carries
a semi-automatic weapon to study hall so he can make it home
and you want me to censor my language

“Carlos, what’s genocide?”

your books leave out Emmett Till and Medgar Evers
call themselves “World History” and don’t mention
King Leopold or diamond mines
call themselves “Politics in the Modern World”
and don’t mention Apartheid

“Carlos, what’s genocide?”

you wonder why children hide in adult bodies
lie under light-color-eyed contact lenses
learn to fetishize the size of their asses
and simultaneously hate their lips
my students thought Che Guevara was a rapper
from East Harlem
still think my Mumia t-shirt is of Bob Marley
how can literacy not include Phyllis Wheatley?
schools were built in the shadows of ghosts
filtered through incest and grinding teeth
molded under veils of extravagant ritual

“Carlos, what’s genocide?”

“Roselyn, how old was she? Cuántos años tuvo tu madre cuando se murió?”

“My mother had 32 years when she died. Ella era bellísima.”

…what’s genocide?

they’ve moved from sterilizing “Boriqua” women
injecting indigenous sisters with Hepatitis B,
now they just kill mothers with silent poison
stain their loyalty and love into veins and suffocate them

…what’s genocide?

Ridwan’s father hung himself
in the box because he thought his son
was ashamed of him

…what’s genocide?

Maureen’s mother gave her
skin lightening cream
the day before she started the 6th grade

…what’s genocide?

she carves straight lines into her
beautiful brown thighs so she can remember
what it feels like to heal

…what’s genocide?
…what’s genocide?

“Carlos, what’s genocide?”

“Luz, this…
this right here…
is genocide.”

- “What’s Genocide?” by Carlos Andres Gomez  (via nigganet)


moon-ball:

I apologize that my other blog got deleted by someone who I thought was my friend, I will be reposting the giveaway post now for people who can’t find it on my own blog. No, this is not a whole new giveaway, this is the same one I had before. Any questions, Inbox me.


This is called the “Hoenn is confirmed” giveaway.

First place winner:

  •         Omega Ruby or Alpha Sapphire
  •         $250 to spend at the pokemon center after it opens
  •         Hoenn gym badge replicas
  •         A hoenn-confirmed t-shirt from redbubble, any size of your choice.
  •         3 surprise shiny Pokemon from Hoenn that will be revealed after you win.
  •         A hoenn poster.


Second place winner:

  •         Omega Ruby or Alpha Sapphire
  •         $150 to spend at the pokemon center after it opens
  •         Hoenn gym badge replicas
  •         A hoenn-confirmed t-shirt from redbubble, size of your choice.


    Third place winner:

  •         Omega Ruby or Alpha Sapphire
  •         $100 to spend at the pokemon center after it opens
  •         A hoenn confirmed t-shirt from redbubble, size of your choice.




    Guidelines:

  •         You must be following me because it’s a giveaway for my followers.
  •         Likes count.
  •         The more you reblog, the more entries you have.
  •         There will be 3 winners in this giveaway.
  •         Winners will be announced privately due to people getting harassed for winning giveaways.
  •         Strictly no inactive sideblogs or giveaway blogs.
  •         Be 16+ or have your parents permission to give your address.
  •         This giveaway is international.
  •         This giveaway ends September 20th. Extended deadline.

via: pizza
© awwww-cute


team-cky:

thaunderground:

and I’m mad about it

And dammit I wish I was at SDCC

team-cky:

thaunderground:

and I’m mad about it

And dammit I wish I was at SDCC


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via: aphoslo

aphoslo:

Last night was bad but i refuse to let it bring me down. I am strong enough to carry on like nothing happened in the first place. I am strong enough to care for myself. Im not going to wait for anyone to love me, instead im going to love myself.


"

my mother told me that you can’t cure depression;
that taking pills wouldn’t fix me,
and taking six instead of the prescribed two definitely wasn’t going to speed up the process.

but i met a boy who tasted better than prozac.

he made it easier to be out of bed.
he kissed me like i was alive,
like i wasn’t empty,
like maybe there was something left inside of me.
he made my bones ache less when he touched me.

he made it okay.

when my world was crashing down around me,
he picked up all the pieces.
when i stopped breathing and tried to tear open my wrists to find the last little bits of happiness left in my veins,
he was there to lace me back together.

but he left.
i haven’t slept in three days.

my mother was right.

- Unknown (via notjustinmyhead)


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All my life I’ve had people tell me;
“You’re 16. What do you know?
You don’t pay taxes.
You don’t pay bills or a mortgage.
You don’t worry about having a job.
You don’t have mouths to feed.”

You’re right.
I’m only 16.
But at the age of 13 I was already contemplating suicide.
At the age of 13 I was relentlessly told how ugly, fat, and untalented I was.
How I would never amount to anything.

At 15 I held a bottle of pills in my hands several times a week.
At 15 my parents fought so loudly the whole house would shake.
At 15 I started telling myself how fat and worthless I was.
At 15 I stopped eating for two months.

By the age of 16 my thighs were covered in battle scars.
At 16 I learned what it was like to pray every night that I wouldn’t wake up to see the sun.
At 16 I swallowed a bottle of pills and had my stomach pumped in the middle 3rd period.
At 16 I woke up in a hospital and crying and screaming because I wasn’t dead.
At 16 I was told my depression and anxiety were just cries for attention.
At 16 I learned what it was like to feel the rejection from the people who are supposed to love you unconditionally.
I learned what it was like to feel the love my parents used to have for me drain out of their eyes.

So I maybe 16 but I feel like I am a thousand years old. I have fought battles you cannot even begin to imagine.

I have endured years of relentless torment and taunts, and when I asked for help I was told I deserved it.

I may be 16 but I have endured more than you ever have in your 36 years of life.

So I may not have to pay taxes.
But at 16 I have anxiety attacks over the piles of homework I have to turn in the next day.

I may not have to worry about feeding my kids.
but even after 2 years of rehabilitation I still get depressed if I eat too much.

So you tell me;
“You’re 16. What do you know?”
And my answer will always be;
“Far too much”

- Sorry. this was a rant.  (via thetalkingcigarette)



tonrar:

awwww-cute:

Sore paws and tired legs. Rocky had to be carried over 3 miles back to the trailhead in Desolation Wilderness, CA

Cutest thing ever

tonrar:

awwww-cute:

Sore paws and tired legs. Rocky had to be carried over 3 miles back to the trailhead in Desolation Wilderness, CA

Cutest thing ever