Ms. Nickelodeon

That’s why I ask my followers to submit pictures of themselves doing those activities so we can all see ourselves represented and that we are not alone in doing them! 

no one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark you only run for the border when you see the whole city running as well

your neighbors running faster than you breath bloody in their throats the boy you went to school with who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory is holding a gun bigger than his body you only leave home when home won’t let you stay.

no one leaves home unless home chases you fire under feet hot blood in your belly it’s not something you ever thought of doing until the blade burnt threats into your neck and even then you carried the anthem under your breath only tearing up your passport in an airport toilets sobbing as each mouthful of paper made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back.

you have to understand, that no one puts their children in a boat unless the water is safer than the land no one burns their palms under trains beneath carriages no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled means something more than journey. no one crawls under fences no one wants to be beaten pitied

no one chooses refugee camps or strip searches where your body is left aching or prison, because prison is safer than a city of fire and one prison guard in the night is better than a truckload of men who look like your father no one could take it no one could stomach it no one skin would be tough enough

the go home blacks refugees dirty immigrants asylum seekers sucking our country dry niggers with their hands out they smell strange savage messed up their country and now they want to mess ours up how do the words the dirty looks roll off your backs maybe because the blow is softer than a limb torn off

or the words are more tender than fourteen men between your legs or the insults are easier to swallow than rubble than bone than your child body in pieces. i want to go home, but home is the mouth of a shark home is the barrel of the gun and no one would leave home unless home chased you to the shore unless home told you to quicken your legs leave your clothes behind crawl through the desert wade through the oceans drown save be hunger beg forget pride your survival is more important

If you choose to only post pro-police memes, you do not believe all lives matter. If you only post tributes to the five policemen tragically killed in Dallas, you do not believe all lives matter. If you haven’t posted anything about Alton Sterling or Philando Castile (or the many names that came before), you do not believe all lives matter. If you hijacked an MLK quote to prove the point that you just want everyone to get along, you do not believe all lives matter. If you only post anecdotes from black Americans to make white Americans look good, you do not believe all lives matter. If you think racism can be erased by saying “I love all people, no matter their color,” you do not believe all lives matter.

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)

Saving to tell my baby one day.

She is adorable. Saying that word, sadly, short changes what I truly think of her. There is no word I can use to describe her. Or my boys, for that matter.