En Stereo

by Da Vine Love

 

STOP! Turn off the stereo.

The lies of sterotypes last until thye become a typecast...

reintrenching the racial and sexual injustice of the past.

because..

when what you see becomes what you believe the implications of words become deeper than you concieve.

Types consume us once we exit the womb, a destruction of identity.

Until I am so distracted I can do nothing but move...on

heading on in this direction we will die bereft of a self, pursuing a non-existent perfection.

To you I am a child.

you think i know... nothing.

to you i am face value white.

an invented term meaning lack of heitage.

A term i can't fight, used to overgeneralize and overcompensate for our lies.

white.

used to justify imperial history's trail of blood and tears.

a philosophy used to try and justify and genocide.

stereotypes make you invisable.

sterotypes mean i am nothing.

categorical.

metaphorical.

they silence me.

its empirical.

Is this real? is there more to life than this? As a child I was taught and the media enforced. destroying me.

It closed my eyes and my mind.

Stop! this must stop!

lets rewind.. boom

its time to tune out, turn the volume down.

time to deconstruct this stereo.

tuning in to make static clear and to realize people are more than they appear.
 

take back the beat.

take back the beat.

take back the beat.

and feel the heat for the change is coming...

so lets dial in to the frequency to rearrange conceptions of identity.

In a society that has displaced let us replace the batteries of negatice attention to a positive redirection.
 

So turn off the stereo and pump the volume to prevent the fall lets stand tall.. stand tall.

for in identity i find serenity.
 

For I am what? I am what? I am what?

I am a woman in a community.

I am jazz music, unmeasurable rhythm.

I am intelligence and sometimes I am petrified.

I am feminisms and every way i am is da vine.

I am revolution written down, revolutionary improvisation out loud.

I am a bridge between thsoe who know and those who do not.

I am alluminationg in dark places.

I am screaming LIBERTA and feminismo.

I am free.

I am chained

I am grafted into the earth

I am I LOVE YOU

I am a stereotype. a reminder of what is to come and what tragic history must be undone.

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