#kayulandaybarrett

"Comrades, loves, & shakers: Int'l workers day is for all of us y'all! Please remember that noone is less or better in the compass of labor because they aren't in "the streets," son. Not all lives/bodies fit the dynamic of productivity & racist cis american scripts of "normal" labor. To my loves achy in bed, to the coughing wheezing aching healing, to homies who can't leave, to the mad brilliance shaken with anxiety, to those with revolutions that have to ascend the physical blocks or barracades of the body, those surviving with chemicals or cleaning in the underbellies, the lonely workers, the ones who can't can't can't organize but sing to themselves, those whose lives are told their work is a waste, shouldn't work but uphold the wizardry of survival as first language, to the loves whose deliberations don't get status in cultural capital but make waves in chosen fam, for those deemed too lazy but forever the crux of all the little things taken for granted, for homies who coordinate who juggle public assistance/cops/intimacy with loved ones like a chant, to my poor homies too imaginative for the comprehension of money, for anyone whose dreams may not match their pay stubs, for the workers whose hands and spirit are the concoction of rough tenderness, whose hustle fucks with sterile white picket fences, those tackling street or multiple gigs that don't balance a clock but create a new time continuum, for those whose connections or work aren't seen as interview worthy, those with no nest, those with no back up plan, those who bargain like breathing air, those who love themselves a break even when they are forced to workhorse it out, those who bend hours & don't get paid, those whose sweat is forgotten due to placards or protest etiquette. For spoonies whose simple math is a critical campaign for living. For the hands that hold you with the ancestor's loud speakers reminding you to eat/sleep/pray, for the chewed up and burnt out brunt of people who were mistaken as dispensable. For the slow slow easy, be easy it'll get done... Or not, in you. For y'all with juggernaut hearts that feed us & can't log in hours for payment, for those whose worthy isn't a title or a press release but a constant check in, we work daily breath for each other and often times, there's no income bracket to capture that wealth. I offer you gratitude and hope you ease. I offer you my blessed thanks for your efforts. You deserve health care, dignity, self-determination, laughter, good food and good love makin'. We all struggle for those things and our beauty is valid. Let's de-bunk and debate our dependence on american white cis straight able-bodied dynamics of capital. In bed, in the streets, at the kitchen table, in long lines, in our dreams, in love songs, our work is on-going, deliberate, our work deserves dimension, and please remember, long after the contingents and slogans have raspy throats--- we deserve eachother." -