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frumion-iii · 2 days

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First they Came for the Children

Trans children will die,

are dying.

Thanks to you,

there’s blood on every word I write.

The German said it best.

“First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a socialist.”

You think they’re finished?

These same men in power who spat on a dead girl’s grave?

I watched him laugh.

Make public mockery,

as weeping parents mourned their murdered child.

I watched you laugh.

We all did.

How does the next part go?

“Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a trade unionist.”

It’ll be the rest of us next.

Condemned for the bodies we make our own,

the adulthoods we build after running their gauntlet.

They’ll give a reason, of course.

some pantomime of well-justified concern.

Read all about it! Breaking news,

named CASSIE, for its older sibling CASS:

The new transgender legislation.

And here we’ll be.

“Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—because I was not a Jew.”

The nazis hated us too, you know.

Burnt down the first trans health clinic way back in ’33.

Bet you didn’t know trans surgeries,

(trans stories)

went back that far.

We do.

We remember how this whole thing started.

The question is,

do you remember how it ends?

“Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.”

#transgender #transblr #transmasc #trans man #poetry #Activist poetry #activist art #trans genocide #T4t #uk politics #protect trans kids #protect trans youth #protect trans lives #protect trans rights #Trans rights are human rights #Fuck terms #fuck transphobes #trans poetry #queer rights

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kitty-on-the-brink · 1 year

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Dear world. Dear those who have the power to stop this. Dear people who could make a change but won’t

By the time you get this it will be too late

For days upon end this month fires have raged and burned, yet you say ‘it’s not that bad! The smoke is fine to breathe’, and you continue to heal the promises you made as you dig another oil line.

This week has started for me with a heat wave, sweat dribbling down my legs, and an itchy nose from all the polen. Storms have been raging on the evenings, and as much as I like storms -for they are very calming- I can’t help but think that the storm’s usually come after the summer, not right at the beginning. Or just before, even, in spring. But no, here are the storms and the heat waves in June.

It wasn’t this warm this time last year, or the year before, or the year before that. Or any year I can remember in fact. We had to switch out our winter duvets for the summer ones much sooner this year, and already I don’t want to have a blanket on my bed at all. I hate the sounds of the plug in fans whirring through the night; this country doesn’t come with air-con in the houses, just some fancy schools and offices for rich workers ran by richer people. I bet they have air-con in parliament, where they sit and discuss the rising temperatures, melting ice caps, and never seem to really do anything about it.

Did you know that just stop oil disrupted a flower festival last week? I wouldn’t choose that particular place myself, but it’s admirable work when the government won’t listen any other way, and the news will not report the legal non-disruptive work. And yet my friend, who was writing a book about climate change when we were eleven, still called them the morons. Funny that.

I feel guilty, every time I have a tuna sandwich or get driven down into town when I could have walked. I really shouldn’t. And yet rich people who could speak out and make a difference take half an hour trips on private jets and feel no remorse. It saves them time and convenience. And they eat rare caviar. Big oil and fossil fuel companies that destroy habitats and pump out atmosphere destroying gasses only care about the money they receive and not the impact that what they are doing has. They don’t care that a rare species of bird just went extinct. That a polar bear cub didn’t make it out of its first weeks after I near starved then drowned due to their not being enough ice or food around.

Dear people, while you sit back and watch this happen, just know that you will be dead before this get too bad, and I’ll be left to pick up your mess. I’d not want to go into politics. I want to act or dig up segments of the past and marvel over what happened. But I might just need to take a seat at that table to get things to go right.

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reaper-writes · 2 years

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To Uterus Owners

I'd cry an ocean

If I knew it would make a difference

But my tears are a drop in the flood

And I don't have energy to shed them

Why did this become

I'm desensitized to another battle

Like a war I've always known

Us versus them and neither

Remember well why this started

History repeats itself

But I wish we'd just learn

Teach us how to spot the bigot

And be self aware

So maybe then we can know

Our neighbors are not the enemy

Why did people, regular people,

Become target practice

Mounted circles for useless games

I hope at least Amy Coney Barrett

You sleep better at night

SCOTUS I hope your dreams are cotton candy

Samuel Alito... it's not in me to wish the best for you

But uterus owners

I wish there were well wishes strong enough

To get us through this

Propel us to a better side

Where houses and deceased don't have more rights than

We who need a break from struggling

But I know that we will struggle

Until the very end

Until the failed abortion,

Until the bad pregnancy,

Until we have both feet in the grave

And are in peace and at rest

Until we, those left, can point the finger and say

Barrett this blood stains your hands

SCOTUS may your dreams be filled with pain

And Samuel Alito...the worst of hells to you

Until we can look at our oppressors

And scream with a ferocious might

With conviction that their methods

Are nothing more than bigoted madness

Until RBGs dream is reinstated

And our rights are once more secure

We must stoke our fire little by little

And fight like the feral beasts we are treated as

When naysayers attempt to douse it

We will not go gentle

We will not lay down

We have been to hell and back

And our enemies will be drowned

#poetry #poets on tumblr #political poetry #activist poetry #original poem #reaper writes #reaper will have rights #i hope that all the people affected by roe v. wade being overturned can stay safe #my blog is always a safe space and any comfort i can offer i will #love to you all ❤

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haikuswithdani · 2 months

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community

we are not meant to struggle alone. we’ll always need one another.

community is not a weakness, but rather a necessity.

#2017 #activist poetry #activist poem #activism poetry #community

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fixing-bad-posts · 3 months

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protesting and voting are not mutually exclusive!

#fixing-bad-posts #fixingbadposts #politics #democracy #voting #please vote #voting matters #activism #activist praxis #whiteout poetry

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poge-isananarchist · 28 days

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#original poem #poetry #anarchism #anarchy #punk #free gaza #freedom #guerilla #palestine #free palestine #freepalastine🇵🇸#protest #activist #poems and poetry

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miiaspeaks · 1 month

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no special reason

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amphibiousmercurial · 1 month

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From Pandemonium to Gotham: Is There Heroism in the Heart of the Anti-Hero?

Men are not gentle creatures who want to be loved, and who at the most can defend themselves if they are attacked; they are, on the contrary, creatures among whose instinctual endowments is to be reckoned a powerful share of aggressiveness. (Freud)

Milton’s Paradise Lost and Nolan’s The Dark Knight deliver two of the most compelling anti-heroes in Satan and the Joker, respectively. Both characters offer a fascinating exploration into the shadows of heroism, where the line between hero and villain blurs into intriguing moral ambiguity.

Satan, once the brightest angel, now the proudest fallen, declares from the fiery abyss, “Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven.” His defiance against divine authority is portrayed with an eloquence that almost makes you root for him. This isn’t just a rebellion; it’s a tragic fall from grace, wrapped in the grandeur of self-assertion and liberty.

Switching to the grimy streets of Gotham, the Joker turns the city into his anarchic playground. With a grin, he challenges the very foundations of order: “Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. I’m an agent of chaos.”

Unlike Satan’s celestial coup, the Joker’s methods are terrestrial and visceral, striking fear and fascination in equal measure.

Freud would likely argue that our fascination with these figures is due to their embodiment of the id’s desires—unrestrained, primal, and taboo. Jung might add that they reflect our shadow selves, the parts of our psyche that we are both drawn to and frightened of. Sociologically, figures like Durkheim would interpret our collective captivation as a break from the normative monotony of societal life, where such extreme deviations from the norm temporarily unify society in their wake.

Yet, their appeal is paradoxical. While intellectually stimulating, their philosophies, when stripped of glamor, reveal a landscape of chaos and destruction. This brings us to a complex realization: we are drawn to the idea of breaking free from constraints, but the reality of such freedom, as embodied by Satan and the Joker, is often catastrophic.

These reflections prompt us to question not only the nature of heroism but also the underpinnings of our moral and societal structures. Are these anti-heroes, with their profound challenges to order and morality, carrying a torch of truth, or are they merely reflecting our own hidden desires for disruption and change?

In a world grappling with power dynamics and authority, characters like Milton’s Satan and Nolan’s Joker challenge the established order, prompting us to reflect on the socio-political structures that govern us. Their narratives stir debates on freedom, control, and the moral complexities of rebellion against oppressive systems.

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sillycourtjester · 16 days

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I want to be so many things at once like i want to be a historian and an author and an artist and a poet and a journalist and an activist and a psychologist and instead i'm in the fucking american public high school system

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agirlnamedbone · 1 year

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Sister Corita Kent // 1969

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wethefighters · 2 months

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antigoneblue · 4 months

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anyway. free palestine

#i havent written a poem in so long and you can probably tell #i forgot the login for here for a bit too RIP. anyway being silent on this wasnt sitting right with me #spilled ink #poets on tumblr #my writing #poetry #ok 2 rb #im not using any of the activist tags and so on because i don't want to dilute whatever information is being posted ykwim #img description in alt text

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chronicowboy · 7 months

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anyone who's ever taken a creative writing class knows that the best part of it isn't feedback or the great tips you learn, it's getting to read the most batshit insane pieces of writing you have ever seen and immediately telling everyone you know about them so you can all make fun of the poem about alcoholism written by someone who wants to be an alcoholic soooo bad

#sami rambles #we stayed up until 2am last night having the most amazing roast of the worst people ive had to suffer in my classed #we did dramatic readings of their poetry and their writers statements #it was so much fum #and if you think this is mean. it's not. they're the worst people in the world #they're fake woke performative activists who are so excited about beginning to learn kindergarten level empathy #that they cant stop writing poems about it

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hecksupremechips · 6 months

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I always heard people say that Layla should’ve gotten with Warren Peace instead of Will in sky high but guys come on it’s 2023 we all all know she and warren were just bearding for each other I’m sick of pretending they weren’t

#sky high #and okay maybe im projecting because just look at them and the amount of gay awakenings that were had to them #my own 😵‍💫#im a warren peace stan is this even kinda surprising hes emo he reads hes hotheaded he likes shitty poetry crap he has bad social skills #of course i was into him #and layla too come on shes got absolutely broken plant powers but shes a pacifist shes sweet shes an activist she calls the school fascist #but no yeah layla and warren so very clearly were not interested in each other at all like they will be bomb ass besties but romantically no #warren was literally playing the role of gbf like Layla was talking about will and hes like #girl just kiss him already #he had no desire to be with her romantically and was pretty explicity not into holding her hand #but he played along cuz he just wanted to make will mad like this is such gbf behavior akdjks #just like ‘oh so you wanna piss off your shitty crush? lol okay lets do this 😎’#plus like just look at him hes simply gay your honor #layla now layla is painfully obviously gay and its gonna hit her like a train #weve all wanted her to be gay our whole lives but noooo she had to get with boring fucking will #in my version she and will date for a while but feelings get complicated #she isnt sure if she likes will or if she just chose him cuz it was convenient to like her male friend #she always looked at other girls a bit longer than what was ‘normal’#but she isnt into labels! she doesnt need to worry about this! its fine everything is fine-#shes just an over eager ally thats all #the crisis lasts for years warren gives her The Stare shes like 🫣#listen im just trying to live out my childhood dream and make the characters i had an indescribable fascination with gay #and yes i was just watching sky high what about it

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shawnaisalt · 5 months

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Anything and everything helps! Even a $1! Or sharing around your networks/on social media! Every $1 I make as well will be going towards this cause so I’ll be making payments from my own money as well and I’ll take it down once I reach my goal! 🙂 On holidays and my birthday etc… if you’re thinking of getting me a gift~please donate here instead!

#gofundme #fundraiser #fundraising #raising money #college #foster youth #advocacy #mental health advocate #advocateforchange #activism #activist #social work #psychology #bachelors degree #poetry #poets on tumblr

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nyiiwest · 6 months

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‘hOw CaN i BoYcOtT wHeN i NeEd ClOtHeS’

Boycotting is as simple as not buying from that brand again. It’s not throwing out what you already have. It’s as simple as buying them sneakers and clothes second hand from places like depop, stockx, posh mark etc. trust and believe you do not nor will you ever need 10$ + coffee or 200$ + jeans from a designer label or any label that supports a genocide and violates ethical and child labor laws.

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