when you remove them from your nucleus.
your being is then allowed
to
focus
its power
on turning your life.
into.
your soul’s work.
you become yours.
again.

decolonization I center

--nayyirah waheed
​Salt

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MY EURO-CENTRIC EDUCATION/
​Whose Feminism is it anyway?

I was a feminist at ten years old. I’d never even heard of suffrage till I was in college in the US. I was 21 then. My grandmother could not read or write. She signed her name as an X. I remember seeing it for the first time when we got a delivery. We were a house of women of multiple generations. My family happens to be matriarchal. I taught all my female cousins to play pool, and win.  My feminism was rooted in my arabness in the beginning, yet that has never been a perspective I have seen in the narrative of women’s liberation. Feminism is always claimed by Western women, as Western history and positioned in relation to the backwardness of the Other.
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Returning to Morocco at the age of 14 saved me. The girlfriends that came into my life taught me how to love myself. I was 15 or so when I first proudly wore my hair out, giant, like a tree, like a life, unruly wild and unwavering.
CUT. Pinned back, slicked down, braided out, chemically washed, lightened, straightened. They undid that and I saw myself through their eyes.

Hybridity
Disrupting the indigenous/modernist dichotomy



Are north africans POC

POSITIONALITY
Intersectionality

​De-Colonize
UNDO/De-center

“Feminism of color provides us with ways of thinking through power in terms of “intersectionality”, to think about and through the point at which power relations meet. A body can be a meeting point. A concern with meeting points requires that we attend to the experiential: how we experience one category depends on how we inhabit the others” 

--Sara Ahmed
On Being Included

fuck the first amendment
my speech was free, the day that my soul descended
--Jurassic 5
Jayou

She creates and enacts bodies of knowledge, and at the same time reflecting on the very nature of knowledge itself, a branch of philosophy called Epistemology.
And poetry.






She is a thing of beauty, holding within her belly and her walls, and all the minds infinite amounts of knowledge about the world.

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​An institution, holding in repertoires, her vast archives and libraries, knowledge
her intricate systems of citation and categorization
her insatiable thirst to know more.







​She dominates the universe on many dimensions,
She is interested in the heavens above and the ground beneath, and the social worlds in between.

​I am Unlearning them