Poetic Warfare, Poetry, prose, Uncategorized

Toutes des putes.

Ce texte est dédicacé à toutes mes copines féministes abolitionnistes. La maman, ou la putain ?  Maman rentre le soir et sa journée est loin d'être terminée. Logique capitaliste. Corps qui produit, corps qui travaille, corps que vous tuez à la tâche. Le temps c'est de l'argent mais pourtant Jean-Mi ne vous paie pas lorsque vous… Continue reading Toutes des putes.

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Poetic Warfare, Poetry, Uncategorized

I want to set myself free

I want to set myself free. I want it fees-free… I want to peek under my skin.. And to cultivate not the coming-out tree… I want the salvation of soul..I want to halt the knee.. I want the Self-evident truth of my entity…I want the visor un-be…. The judgments sprung-up ad hoc to flee.... I… Continue reading I want to set myself free

Poetic Warfare, Poetry, prose

When you say your harassment is all fun and games / Quando chamas ao teu assédio brincadeira

When you claim your harassment is all “fun and games”, that’s not what I hear. When you claim that, all I can hear is danger, alarms ringing in my ears. Quando chamas o teu assédio de brincadeira, eu não oiço isso. Quando chamas o teu assédio de brincadeira, o que eu oiço é perigo. Oiço os… Continue reading When you say your harassment is all fun and games / Quando chamas ao teu assédio brincadeira