I am learning every day to allow the space between where I am and where I want to be to inspire me and not terrify me.
written by Tracee Ellis Ross (via feelicity)
you are covered by land, a lithosphere, a continent sprinkled with snow. i watch sky-water run off your surface, leak into cracks. i name your freckles after cities, your eyes after oceans. you are a world, my world.
written by (via beryl-azure)
You won’t allow me to go to school.
I won’t become a doctor.
One day you will be sick.
Poem written by an 11 year old Afghan girl
This poem was recorded in a NYT magazine article about female underground poetry groups in Afghanistan. An amazing article about the ways in which women are using a traditional two line poetry form to express their resistance to male oppression, their feelings about love (considered blasphemous).
Here’s the link
(Source: chidealist, via ragtimeroastbeefy)