"Race is not a biological category that naturally produces health disparities because of genetic differences. Race is a political category that has staggering biological consequences because of the impact of social inequality on people’s health."

Dorothy E. Roberts, Fatal Intervention (via hidalgoandante)

(Source: lamaracuya, via kwamejaw)

"The colonized language doesn’t know what you and I mean, we drown inside their oceans. Our love wasn’t meant to be spoken, our love is older than words."

"إذا تم العقل نقص الكلام
The smarter you get the less you speak"

Arabic Proverb  (via noxvita)

(Source: 7bottles, via kwamejaw)


My mother learned
the english language
so when she spoke,
others would listen.

When she cries,
I hear her
native tongue.

When she cries,
I know how long
she has been silent.


||  Maza-Dohta  (via maza-dohta)

(via maza-dohta)


Oftentimes, white people think they’re complimenting me by saying I look ‘exotic’. They don’t realize that the word ‘exotic’ itself is bloodstained with a history of colonial rape, or what it means for me, as a WOC, to be the exotic Other in a white supremacist world. Or white women will sigh with longing over Jasmine tropes and evince a desire to embody/consume the Other: darkening their hair, wearing black eyeliner, big earrings or saris.

They like to play at being what they think I am, what they think Jasmine is. For them, Jasmine is a an exciting adventure, a garment they can put on and take off at will. For me, she’s real, she’s my everyday, she walks in my skin and looks through my eyes. The degradation and violence that she endures is done to me.
The brilliant Emi Koyama once said “There’s no innocent way of being in this world”, meaning that no one, not even the most enlightened among us, can exist outside of history, outside of the legacies of colonial violence that shaped the world we inhabit.

So how do we as WOC negotiate self-love, fulfillment and passion in a world that’s determined to continue rewriting that history on our bodies, our minds, our desires? Where is the space to begin decolonizing our self-concepts, to recreate Jasmine in our image?