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Women’s History Month: March 3, Warsan Shire


Warsan Shire is a London-based, Kenyan-born, Somali writer whose powerful poetry has left me blown away each time I read it. In her book of poetry “Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth” Shire explores the relationship of women’s bodies to war and displacement. 

Some of my favorite poems by Shire are “I’m Not Sad” and “For Women Who Are Difficult to Love.”

Check out this interview if you’d like to learn more. If you’re a writer or  poet or someone who just enjoys being knocked off your feet by words, read all the poetry!

“If our secrets are secrets because we are told to be ashamed, then we must share them.”

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I think it says something that this got three likes on facebook but over 15,000 notes on tumblr.

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I think it says something that this got three likes on facebook but over 15,000 notes on tumblr.

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How to use your white privilege

If the “passing privilege” person is looking at this blog, this is one thing you can do, if you’re up to it.

Reblogging for excellence.

Too beautiful.

This may ruffle some feathers, but I don’t mind. White privilege and male privilege are both very, very real, and things like this need to be said.

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I know I’ve told this story before, but my abusive ex refused to let me take birth control. I was on the pill until he found them in my purse.

I went to the Student Health Center—they were completely unhelpful, choosing to lecture me about the importance of safe sex (recommending condoms) instead of actually listening to my problem.

Then I went to Planned Parenthood. The Nurse Practitioner took one look at my fading bruises and stopped the exam. She called in the doctor. The doctor came in and simply asked me: “Are you ready to leave him?” When I denied that I was being abused, she didn’t argue with me. She just asked me what I needed. I said I need a birth control method that my boyfriend couldn’t detect. She recommended a few options and we decided on Depo.

When I told her that my boyfriend read my emails and listened to my phone messages and was known to follow me, she suggested to do the Depo injections at off hours when the clinic was normally closed. She made a note in my chart and instructed the front desk never to leave messages for me—instead, she programmed her personal cell phone number into my phone under the name “Nora”. She told me she would call me to schedule my appointments; she wouldn’t leave a message, but I should call her back when I was able to.

And that was it. No judgment. No lecture. She walked me to the door and told me to call her day or night if I needed anything. That she lived 5 blocks from campus and would come get me. That I wasn’t alone. That she just wanted me to be safe.

I never called her to come to my rescue. But I have no doubt that she would have come if I had called. She kept me on Depo for a year, giving me those monthly injections in secret, helping me prevent a desperately unwanted pregnancy.

I cannot thank Planned Parenthood enough for the work they do.

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always reblog

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was NOT expecting that hahahaha

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jeffree star is so beautiful. i love the way he goes on how he doesnt care what people think about the way he lives his life and just lives it the way he choses.

you-will-be-a-memory:

jeffree star is so beautiful. i love the way he goes on how he doesnt care what people think about the way he lives his life and just lives it the way he choses.