unwanted affection (don’t touch me).

is it too much to ask for consent. is it too emasculating for him to even consider a no. a stop. a donโ€™t touch me. (victim blaming) shaming slut. whore. She asked for it, they say. But she wasnโ€™t asked anything It was taken Stolen. Why do we ignore him? Why isnโ€™t he held accountable? [...]

beauty is a construct

beauty is a construct. it forces, enforces, standards of beauty to conform to an institutionalisation of individual suppression. you are unique. you are the only you in existence. be you without fear, rebel against the authority which deigns to speak about the wonderment of your face. - because you are beautiful, love.

i want to possibly try something.

Recently, I've been thinking of possibly adding an 'education' series on my blog. Like, posts talking about the conferences I've been to, the learning that I'm currently doing, etc. If I haven't already told y'all, I'm a pre-service teacher! So, I felt like maybe I should do mini posts that talk about issues in education, [...]

fuck you, we won’t fight in your wars #staywoke

i find myself exhausted. a bone-deep inescapable tiredness, an amalgamation of frustration, like cleaved nails scouring across a hard textured surface. indelicate obscene and overwhelmingly bloody fucking annoying. Malfunctioning dildos like the, Donald Trumpโ€™s Pauline Hansonโ€™sย and Mike Pence's of the world; stains on the very fabric of that which is the equality and humanity we [...]

#REVIEW of THE HATE YOU GIVE by Angie Thomas

5/5. Read it. Now. The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas needs to be a compulsory novel read in secondary schools across the world. It is a modern classic, speaking from a perspective not quite heard in the book community; and that is from the perspective of people of colour. Even though there is a [...]

the impermanence of your permanence.

itโ€™s easier to say that youโ€™re dead, instead of just, you left and never looked back. how ironic that the prospect of your death would be easier to handle than watching you walk away so casually, (a voluntary abandonment). it's easier to say that you're dead rather than remember how my mother's tears created permanent [...]