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i spent tonight writing my first zine and planning out how i am going to print it while being anonymous and needing assistance from a PA in printing it?…and how to make it accessible? and and and… anyways. i wrote this poem for my zine (i’m so freaking energized and inspired from the AMC! can’t wait to tell yall more about this zine and a video project i am planning…)

she takes one step forward
losing footing, another one back
that’s 14 fucking years of physical therapy
in those stupid little backward forward steps

hey girl, stop for a second
stand a moment
shift your weight around a bit
figure out which way you want to go, i’ll hold you

sometimes you have to lean on another person
or sit down
take a rest, it’s okay
the journey can be long for tired feet

remember that the journey can be adapted
changed
altered
a new plan can be created if you let it, one that can be liberating and free

life doesn’t always have to be about moving forward
making connections
achieving big goals, like climbing up those steps
life is standing still and a quest to find balance

maybe I did get something out of PT afterall

twitter is a feature that allows your friends to send updates about themselves to your cell phone if you have text message. i thought this was mostly used for “i just had the most delicious sandwich ever” type messages (who cares?) but it turns out people have been using this as a form of media (i.e. brownfemipower live-blogged from the Allied Media Conference using twitter) or a way to send out action alerts (i.e. violent raids on the border).

you can search for my twitter by typing in cripchick at the top search bar on twitter.com

is anyone else on?

wrote this while sitting at adele’s kitchen table in detroit after the Allied Media Conference. i’ve come to believe that community organizing for me means working with other disabled women of color and leaving the assimilationist [trying to fit into mainstream society] political bullshit behind:

for far too long have i thought
community advancement meant
serving on boards
applying for nonprofit status
developing programs
and listening to white people speak for my experience.

but it is not enough.

for far too long have ignored racism and homophobia
betraying my people and parts of me
so i could call this place
home

but it is not enough
and it will never be enough.

i can no longer be a part of a single-issue movement that carries no understanding of how all oppressions are intertwined (without co-opting them)

i can no longer be a part of a movement that ignores multitudes of people and silences them through invisibility and a one-issue agenda

NO! i can not be a part of a movement that uses my body, my blood, my words without acknowledging where they come from
and who they are for
but instead filters them into a hetero white rich folk framework
everything that i am not and my people are not…

you can no longer quiet me, cut me,
separate me into bite-size pieces
cause yes i am no longer a part of this movement.

…so where is home?