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?”
“That’s what I thought.”
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
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.”
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
Ridwan’s father hung himself
in the box because he thought his son
was ashamed of him
Maureen’s mother gave her
skin lightening cream
the day before she started the 6th grade
she carves straight lines into her
beautiful brown thighs so she can remember
what it feels like to heal
THIS. This is what kills me everytime I remember my high school education and the fact that we learned nothing in history classes. NOTHING. We were taught what to think from the U.S.’ pov and never from our very own pov. We never learned to form our own opinions but to reiterate their opinions.
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I really hope they finally change their tune but they need to remove religious elements the same way Girl Guides has too.
They will probably cave.. it’s been going under the radar waaay to long.
Turns out he sorts covered it. We have reservations for one of the first places we ate at as a couple here in Stoon, and then we’re going to buy eggnog at the grocery store and drive around looking at Christmas lights. We totally did that a year ago and it was awesome
So I was supposed to be taking the bus from Saskatoon to PA today, my boyfriend just texted me and told me that he can take me instead :)
I have srsly been having panic attacks because of this darn bus all morning. You can tell its bad because I clean EVERYTHING when I’m really nervous. I’m so relieved but kinda annoyed with myself at the same time. It’s just a bus.. I don’t care about busses if I’m traveling with someone else but going alone is scary
Yes you.. Are you female? I need your input.
I was standing in line at the grocery store today and I noticed something terrible. There was a rack of ‘women’s magazines’ and over 50% of them had a cover story about weight loss. One even had the title, ‘Lose 5 pounds in 24 hours with grapefruit!’. As someone who is studying human biology I laughed at first but then I realized. There are people who believe this crap and spend money on three magazines which only encourages them to continue thinking that we are wiling to fork over $5 a piece for weight loss advice.
So I thought, how can I help? Then I remembered.. I’m a Girl Guide leader. I can teach the next generation of women exactly how and why these magazines are able to publish these lies.
So this is where you come in. I need to hear of your own personal experience with these kinds of magazines (typical women’s magazines) and any advice/suggestion you may have that could help me put together a program (I’m thinking maybe a 6 week program, we meet once a week for 2 hours) to teach these kids how magazines (why stop there? What about TV advertising and print advertising) make sales by exploiting women’s weakness
I hit my leg on the coffee table, and although I had a lot to drink tonight it hurt like a bitch! 4 hours later I finally sobered up enough to take some advil and put some ice on the giant scrape but it still hurts real bad.
Worse, my boyfriend feels responsible because he came and like jump hugged me but I had a lot of tequila and after that many drinks I’m not graceful on my feet. At all
I am a college student at a top university. I also struggle with mood, anxiety, and dissociative disorders. This list reflects (some of) my experiences. It is what I want to send to my professor who is being stingy with extensions and far from understanding. But I can’t. Feel…
For me it means going through all this stuff without the support of my family who can afford to support me but won’t because they don’t trust me to complete what I’ve set out to do.
People with anxiety problems should not take the bus alone. srsly.
Here is the win part, I got lost on the bus, remained calm even though my phone was about to die and got to the only place in the city centre that I actually know and took a cab home. I did all of this without crying or asking strangers for help. That is a really big deal for me. I may have been on auto pilot for the bus part but I tried really hard to remain in control which is a first. The only part I slipped on was getting off at the right stop. I sat there until the doors were just about the close and then I bolted off. Must’ve looked a little insane but I don’t care, I got home.
I missed my SIAST test but it’s only a pre test for grade 12 that runs every week so next week it is.
On a related note.. Saskatoon people, PLEASE explain the busses to me!
I live right near Broadway so I went there to get on the bus and my iphone told me to take the one that was on the wrong side of the road so instead of it being a 20 min trip it was more like 45 min. Is there somewhere I can get a full bus schedule or do I have to keep using my phone for it?
*I may have indulged in some retail therapy to make myself feel better but it was a sale item hell yes.
like you hire one to come to your house and they sit there for an hour and listen to you cry about your life then afterwards you pay them 100 bucks and you never see each other again how perfect would that be
that’s a therapist
that’s the thing you just described
Mom, when I grow up, I want to be a feelings hooker for sex.
If I do end up going into psychiatry when the time comes, my business cards will say feelings hooker,
a christmas themed porn movie called “it’s beginning to look a lot like fistmas”
Really tumblr? A fucking “joke” about a religious holiday celebrated by billions in the world? It’s really disrespectful. Also glorification of porn? Not only it displays submissive/dominant interactions in sexual exchange, it also underrepresents asexual individuals.
Looks like someone didn’t get any fistmas presents this year.
I have waited more than 2 months for a referral to a psychiatrist and for thyroid test results. Fuck this, how is that professional? I know that my tests would’ve been abnormal seeing as it was a pre test thing and not a detailed one. This is my life and my future. I can’t see a psychiatrist without a referral and I’m knowledgable enough to pick my own out from a lineup but I’m not allowed to do that oh no.
I need therapy from a psychiatrist not a counsellor or a psychologist but a psychiatrist with an MD after their name. My problem can not be fixed by anyone other than a psychiatrist but I only have one way to get one and seeing as that failed the fuck do I do?
I’m an immigrant with no health coverage so I don’t want to go and see another Dr. who doesn’t know my family and situation. I don’t have 100s of dollars laying around to spend on pointless tests I just want a referral.
The argument I had with my Mother this morning may be the last pointless argument we have for a long long time and I like that.
My boyfriend always listens to the important things I say and we have never had an argument in our year of dating so far.
I hate arguments so much because they feel so immature and I’m a very sensitive person so as soon as I am insulted the tears start flowing and I’m also one of those people that can’t speak when they’re crying so it always ends up with me sobbing, her screaming and my brain going 100mph forming intelligent sentences that explain exactly how I feel and why she has upset me but I can’t get them out.
I’m really really torn over epidurals now, something I never thought would happen.
As soon as I found out I was pregnant, that was the one thing I thought I was positive of, GIVE ME AN EPIDURAL PLEASE I DON’T WANT TO FEEL THAT NOPE.
But, I’ve read risks and watched the video (why did i do that…
I had an epidural and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I still felt plenty - I wasn’t completely numb or oblivious to the pain or what was going on. It really helped when the doctor had to give me an episiotomy and after when she stitched me up. I really had no desire to have a natural birth, personally. I remember how painful the contractions were getting before I had my epidural and I cannot imagine what they would have been like if I had kept going without medication. I, for one, believe that modern medicine is wonderful and I’m all for epidurals - why suffer through it when you don’t have to? It still sucks and it’s still difficult, but it takes the edge off. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
Epidurals are magic. Like srsly. I was almost ready to jump out of the damn window because of the pain I was in after all night labour and then after getting the epidural I was able to stop sobbing and I played word games and napped while waiting until I was dilated enough. MAKE SURE THE NURSES TURN YOU IF YOU ARE LAYING ON YOUR SIDE. Mine didn’t and the thing wore off and we shall not talk about it. The risks are really not so bad, it’s sorta like the risk you take everytime you walk on a sidewalk and cross the road.
As an awesome nurse said to me once, You don’t get a medal for having a natural childbirth. To which I like to add, You just get an experience that may damage you psychologically forever.