It's hard to take a stand, When these legs are rooted in foundations missing half their (her)story. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
I refuse to hate who I am because it is inconvenient for you to like me. I will not change my inflections to be a perfect reflection of your discourses. I shall not hide from the sun, so that my skin becomes pale enough for you to see me. I need not change the texture… Continue reading Day 148: Power Over Me?
Am I defined by the words on this page, Or through the hands with which I write them? My pen traces the curves and lines, Of colonial words used to erase history. My understanding of "Eastern knowledge" A smörgåsbord of people, ideas, and terms, You did not understand, Yet teach me about myself. I pray… Continue reading Day 44: Culture