DIVERSITY. a term I cannot stand any more. it is so worn out, like.. well, nothing really because we bring everything old back and just label it new. so it goes with this term, diversity. basically another term for "quota". we preach diversity and its beauty. I've seen so many protest pictures with people holding signs … Continue reading F*CK DIVERSITY.
remembering goals that I thought of and worked on in 2015 and continued/fullfilled in 2016.. it was an incredibly emotional year in terms of joy and pain, love and sorrow, laughs and cries - all wildly mixed up and reminding me, once again, on how there is no resolutions and plans that could ever cross … Continue reading it’s going to be some kind of alright.
we are thought of as rebels as soon as we start to live the way our insides, and higher energies dictate the way we perceive a livable life instead of being lead by forces from the outside. we are taught to call those who follow their callings and their hearts, those who do not conform … Continue reading no, not rebel. human.
ever seen these articles and „studies" about the „most beautiful faces“ of the world? if so; ever seen someone look like you? no? me neither. you know why? because these are not the most beautiful people in the world. first of all, these faces are those of people privileged enough to be actually known and … Continue reading ON BEAUTY – THE REAL ONE, MIND YOU
have I ever told you that I, too, was broken by those that I loved, deeply? well, I was. and the cracks they caused to my soul - I filled them with tears, many tears. my tears dried someday and I have changed, the way seasons change; fluently, in silence. I have grown out … Continue reading – natural processes
I have recently posted (here) a rough outline of my thoughts on the term and label "activist", which I found to be quiet important to share. Of course, this is a very personal and therefore limited perspective as well as it is a very subjective view on a term that many identify with; and that is … Continue reading “ACTIVIST”
Click for more art by Tasnim Baghdadi „Ich kann deine Haare sehen.“ Richtig. Meine Haare. Und warum genau stört dich das? „Das Tuch auf deinem Kopf gehört hier nicht her.“ Richtig. Auf meinem Kopf. Und was genau hat das mit dir zu tun? Richtig. Nichts. Muslimische Frauen und ihre Kleidung, ein heikles Thema. Okay, dieser … Continue reading “Ich kann deine Haare sehen!” (Rant)
Sometimes it hurts to think back and realize that I, an African woman having grown up in the West, thought of Africans as they were seen and taught to be seen in the West. I thought of Africa as poor, even though this meant contradicting what I was witnessing in my home country … Continue reading So, West Is Best..huh?
Die Geschichten einiger geflohener Menschen kursieren aktuell vermehrt auf sozialen Netzwerken (z.B. hier: http://www.humansofnewyork.com ). Ich nehme mir gerne die Zeit und schenke diesen besondere Beachtung. Nicht, weil ich sie so unterhaltsam finde. Nein. Aber die wenigen Menschen, die ihre Geschichte erzählen dürfen, statt das für sie erzählt und gesprochen wird, denen gebührt meine Aufmerksamkeit. … Continue reading Jeder eine andere..
So, what is poetry? Me. Some poetry on poetry: "for many. poetry is rhymes and beautiful words that flow as smooth as the sea on a calm summer day. tales of love and lovers. all using this certain language or this specific style. but my words are waves. nature. waves do not know rules. waves … Continue reading What Is Poetry? Me. And Poetry on Poetry