DEAR RESPECTABILITY POLITICS // Shanice Yarde
Dear respectability politics, I don't know how else to say this other than fuck off and fuck you. Yes the two both of them because you are no longer welcome not here not with me not in my space not in my body.
But I'm not silly. I know how respectability politics works how it exists how it hurts like a relentless disease in an attempt to seize eating away like a parasite in my brain without my okay chewing and spitting out my remains day by day.
Never free from its rabid bite just like that bitch called white supremacy. Yes, it's one of those so now’s the time if you want to go Don't worry I'll wait. No? Okay great, stay.
As I was saying I know how you operate respectability politics and as much as I want you out of my life you're like a nine-inch knife wedged into my spine making a home in between bone and flesh again without my consent but still you are there. Deep enough to hurt, but not quite deep enough to kill, but oh how you fill up my life with your shit respectability politics You invade my mind and the way I think; you invade my mouth and the way I speak; you invade my eyes and the way I see; you invade my body and you haven't paid the fee. I am not free
Published on Apr 3, 2016
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