(via maybeimametaphor)
See I gotta draw the line I cant take it no more
If you aint down with revolution what you waitin for
Makin money for suckas and our communities poor
Rippin flags off of coffins man this aint our war
Colonized and terrorized by the worlds biggest killers
the US government the biggest weapon and drug dealers
Fillin prisons with children incarceratin the future
Myspace and facebook they got us stuck on computers
Stuck on stupid bumpin music that’s the abusive to the shorties
And the nonsense that you spittin they just listen and absorb it
Ive been dormant ive awoken im a giant im ready
Im with the APPO in Oaxaca and we holdin machetes
I rock hard like palestinian children holdin slingshots
Im with every single kid that’s down for hip hop
For the culture the life what it really stands for
This music is resistance it’s the voice of the poor
Im on the side of the workers, the teachers and lunchladies,
on the streets with brown mommys raisin our brown babies,
im with youth organizers cleanin up the bronx river
im like jaime escalante when I stand and deliver
im with evo morales man he runnin bolivia
distribution of the land so they could all live bigger
im with hugo and fidel, grandmaster and melle mel,
with the Panthers up in queens justice for sean bell,
im with camacho negron, im with ojeda rios,
freedom for oscar lopez time to get an appeal,
im with abu jamal im with assatta shakur,
im with the compas in Immokalee getting a penny more!!
im with elvira arellano im with Rudy Lozano,
im for a world without borders and a better tomorrow.
Im with Mothers on the Move Im with sistas on the rise
Im with La Pena del Bronx, keepin culture alive
Im with the kids at the Batey watchin a beat battle
Mean muggin all these yuppies in shorts and brown sandles
Im with parents everywhere fightin for good schools
And for all these good women to find some good dudes
Im with Salvador Allende Man Im Super Anti Momio!
Con el pueblo en la Havana grito Viva Cuba Cono!
Im for immigrants, activists, unions and freelancers
For djs mcs bombers and breakdancers
Im with editors, engineers and indy media
Im with my family and my crew Rebel Diaz
Im with Dj Disco Wiz a Latino Pioneer
Cuz its its dope when the elders break bread with the kids..
Im for tellin the truth exposing the lies
Think about the dead soldiers when youre drivin your ride
Them people died for the oil and Daddy Bushs revenge
Im with the widows the children and the lonely best friends
Im with Families Stayin Together as ONE
Im Not for the Raids and the Deportations!!
Im with Victor Toro and The M.I.R.
So watch out for those snitches in that unmarked car!
And for Lil Saulito, we gonna fight for your moms..
So we gonna shout her out, twice in One song..
Im for twelve million workers and Elvira Arellano
Im for a world without borders and a better tomorrow
“Mr. Barack, Mr. Barack Hussein Obama, Mr. Corporate-Sell-Out to the Imperialist Dollar…”
(via loveyourchaos)
stop hating your body.
i love amber riley. she’s so sexy. i was starting to feel like a little bit of a creeper, really, until i looked her up on imdb & discovered she is actually a year older than me. weird how someone my age ends up playing a high schooler on television. hollywood is a strange place.
anyway, watching her on glee, watching any bigger beautiful women on television, seeing larger models in magazines, reading “fatshionista” blogs & essays on fat acceptance & reclaiming our own beauty…these things have all got me thinking about the way that i look & the way that i abuse myself. i have a tendency to pick at myself, to find the dimples & pimples when i look in the mirror. i have a tendency to stare at myself in the mirror & end up sighing some deep sigh. too many times i was turned to nate & cried “i hate myself.” those words are toxic.
for a long time i tried to hide my body or deny my body by wearing clothes that were several sizes too big. then i started wearing clothes that were too small. i didn’t want to admit my size. i struggled to find the right look, buying too much makeup, different hair dye, getting my hair cut in a thousand different ways. admittedly, i am also a “fatshionista” of sorts, & i enjoy playing a little dress up. this is not easy for me to write about, so forgive me for not being more eloquent/succinct. i guess what i am getting at in a round-about sort of way is that despite my love for fashion & my unique aesthetic i was motivated largely by media & social influence. i believed i had to hide who i was. i still do, to a certain extent. self hatred is like a bad addiction i am trying to kick (while the mainstream media tells me “it’s fine, you’re right. you’re obese. you’re lazy. ugly. worthless.”)
in my sophomore year of college i stopped wearing makeup, except for the occasional clear lip gloss. it was incredibly difficult for me to do, which is why i chose to try it (& why i still don’t wear it most of the time). for 8 years i wore thick black eyeliner. i loved the way it looked, because it didn’t look like me. it drew all of the attention to these dark circles & away from my stomach, my arms, my zits. i got a lot of negative comments from family & friends. i looked like a raccoon, or a panda, or a ghost, zombie, etc. when i stopped wearing it, it sucked a lot of the fake confidence out of me. suddenly, i have nothing to hide behind! i felt naked. i still kind of feel naked without it. as i try to strip down & see myself more clearly, i am discovering a joy in my body that i did not know before. i am vulnerable & terrified. i am exhilarated. shopping is starting to be fun, for the first time in my life. i am slowly learning more about my shape, & the things that look good on me. the things that feel comfortable. i feel a little infantile because i have never really done this before, & i don’t know where to begin. i don’t know how to shop for my shape. i want someone to dress me! or a girl with a similar body type who will go shopping with me. i’ve always tried to avoid going shopping with a friend, since it has always been a very shameful experience for me when nothing fits.
ANYWAY, this process is helping me discover a very fun, very femme side of myself that i didn’t really know existed. i am incredibly grateful for outspoken women (on tv, on the internet, in my life) who are loving themselves & celebrating their beautiful bodies. thank you for helping me along my own path to self discovery & self love!
(& if you have any fashion tips for me, i wouldn’t mind hearing them!)
this is so beautiful. thank you for sharing.
you learn something new every day.
in an alarmist article about “sexting,” they cite a statistic that says that twelve percent of youth who self-reportedly have “sexted” have also contemplated suicide in the past.
the world health organization, meanwhile, gives the percentage of americans in general who’ve contemplated suicide at fifteen percent.
12 < 15
sexting is good for you!
side note: apparently some people think “sexting” is a legit word now? like people have stopped endowing it with scare quotes, because it’s no longer just a made-up word used by shit-for-brains reporters who can’t think of anything more crucial to american democracy than girls keeping their shirts on?
A Palestinian family rests in the rubble of their home in east Jebaliya after the Israeli incursion into Gaza, January 16.
listening to my parents have a serious conversation about facebook
my mom is sternly cautioning my dad that he needs to “watch out” for “people he doesn’t have friends in common with” because “honeys looking for somebody” are trying to friend him on his facebook, which she uses for him.
