and you know…the reason I bleat on and on and on about love being more powerful than hate and loving ourselves enough to make change and love love love love—it’s not because i’m some sort of starry eyed dreamer (weeeell, i am sorta)—but because FUCK—how radical is the act of self-love *when the world wants you dead*? when the world sees no value in your existence? when you could die (or be murdered) and not have anybody notice *EVER*—because you have just that little value in the world?
when you’ve grown up believing you’re trash ****because you have structures of power invested in proving to you and the world that you’re trash****—when you find out that’s not true—that’s a moment of radical change right there. that is the moment where anything is possible. which is why everybody from malcom x to mlk to audre lorde to gloria anzaldua wrote about that moment when they realized. they aren’t who everybody thinks they are. and they have the right to decide on their own who they are.
to see that moment of radical change rewritten such that a rich white male can more comfortably exist within the upper echelons of professionalism…
:| <———my happy face.
CHURCH
