The devil does not rest sha! While Black women are out here creating, he’s erasing our names from our work. These bloody internet thieves who think our work is good enough to post on instagram and twitter but who don’t think the creators are good enough to credit will be the death of us. Stop that.
People are taking screenshots of poems they find on tumblr and not crediting the source. PLEASE STOP THAT. Do not crop authors out.
For many of us, writing is hard work. Not only because writing itself is a difficult art, but because we often write from our very unique, complicated, and often painful experiences and positions. Yes, we don’t always write from experience, but even when we don’t, it is our imagination that did the work. For someone to swoop in and pillage our sweat, blood and tears – to erase us – is incredibly violent. We’ve been schooled by life and our writing comes from that education. It’s an education that came with a few hard knocks and personal joys and victories. Respect that.
To the women of the revolution
Who don lipstick like war paint
Headwraps like armour
Defying the sky defying the patriarchy
You are magic.
As we took to the streets
There was thunder in the sky
And thunder in our hearts
And the most curious thing
Is that it rained
But did not dampen our spirits.
Watch how iimbokodo march the streets
And trample white supremacist capitalist heterosexist patriarchy
In the same breadth
As we trample racism.
Because this revolution will be intersectional
Or it will be bollocks.
See how we march with grace, with fierceness, with violent spirits
With a roar
And such beauty!
How are we not magic?
Yours in power,
The Black Feather (AKA Relebone Rirhandzu eAfrika AKA Dusty Soul)
**This post was first published on black on white’s blog here.
“How important it is for us to recognize and celebrate our heroes and she-roes!” ~ Maya Angelou