Last night I had the privilege to hang out with, talk politics, and share my poetry with our comrade CeCe McDonald and some qpoc folks from FIERCE! Amidst all of the joy and laughter we talked about how disappointed we are with the status of LGBT rights in this country. How what a bunch of professional white cis gay nonprofits are masquerading as a movement is actually failing queer youth of color. Talked about how we’re seeing revolution spring up all across the world but yet how in this country how deeply we have ingrained our colonizer’s death sentences. How we as people of color have been fragmented and taught to hate one another. How we as young people have been disciplined into obedience, compliance, and apathy. How we have accepted the prison system as a logical conclusion. How we are doing the work of white supremacy, of transmisogyny, of capitalism every day with our refusal to break the cycle of violence.
At one point CeCe remarked about how she was willing to continue fighting no matter what. Even if they locked her up again. Even if they killed her.
And maybe it was the few seconds of silence that followed. And maybe it was the lighting in that hotel room. And maybe it was the secondhand smoke. But something deep inside of us crawled out and revealed itself in that silence and its echoes of her truth. In that moment we simultaneously recognized how encompassing and vast state violence is and yet how awesome our power and our resilience can be. We woke up to a feeling of justice, a practice of community, that is not superficial or professional. A type of justice that is not 9-5 activism, not cliquey, respectable, or polite. A type of justice that is unruly, disruptive, angry, raucous. A type of justice that is about mobilizing young folks of color in this country — and in this world — to speak back to our oppressors. To rip them of their badges. To run out on to the streets. To tear down the bars. To embrace on another again. In all of our brokenness. To refuse to leave anyone behind.
Thank you CeCe from the deepest parts of me. Thank you to all of the queer youth of color out there that are finding ways to love, resist, and carry on. We love you & are yours in the struggle. xo