Black girl factory: no two the same.
Fat black girls with strong thighs and thick heels. Mixed, black girls with uncertain smiles and kinky hair. Green-haired black girls with glittery overalls and artistic souls. Athletic black girls with Adidas slides and a smirk. Dark, shining, dark skinned girls, glasses-clad bookworm girls, hand on hip, “look at me” girls, “i don’t like to be touched- get over it” girls. Blackity black black black black girls in every shape, size and curl pattern under the sun. Black girl, we love you.Black girl, I love you. This is my love letter to all the black girls I knew growing up, and it’s already too short.
For Queer Girls Who Considered Giving Up When (LITERALLY) The Rainbow Was Enuf//What’s BLACK FRIENDSHIP Got to Do With It?
One day a friend told me that “queer” is a verb.
Though I didn’t know what they meant at the time,
I pursued that understanding in my life and work-
Reading queer literature,
Consuming queer media,
Attending queer events,
Surrounding myself with queer friends,
And then one day I understood
That my queer identity is a lifestyle
That I DO everyday.
I was born this way
But, also, yes-
queerness is a continuous choice-
one that manifests itself in the ways I perform queerness-
the ways that I show affection to the people I love
the things I center my work on
the outfits I choose to wear
the characteristics I choose to embody.
Like everything having to do with identity-
It is a paradox
It is complex
It is ever shifting
It is me.
Queer as a concept-
Liberated from the sole, flat definition of sexual orientation-
Sums up how I feel about my relationships with black women
And women of color.
Hand holding as we walk down the street
(it can’t be romantic OR sexual OR emotional because it is all and none at the same time)
Grinding close together on Saturday nights,
Strobe lights in the club flashing across our arms and faces,
Giggles behind hands as we discuss our latest sexual escapades way after midnight
Gassing each other up before a night out on the town- “girl you look cute- when can I borrow that?”
Sharing a pillow, cuddling in bed, dancing fast and slow, cradling when broken…
The system wants our relationships to end
Yet we keep on holding each other
No matter how hard the wind blows
And all of it is deeply queer
(sexual orientation aside).