Womanifesto (I) January 16, 2008

I finally got around to finishing this last night, so I decided to post it up. I love to recite poetry, and have participated in the National Poetry Out Loud Competition, but I don’t write much of my own, though I do enjoy it when I do. In Cunt: A Declaration of Independence, the author, Inga Muscio, brings up the idea that every woman should write her own womanifesto -basically, a personal declaration that one is to live by. I intend on writing more of these, but here is my first one. It is meant to be recited in a spoken word/slam poetry style.

I am a SOULJA SISTA.
An army of one, and one of an army.
On my battlefield, I bleed only when my cunt says I should.
I am the commanding officer of what goes in and what comes out, so you can take your control

and wrap it up.
On my battlefield, you will not address me as “cutie” or “hunny,” but as Beautiful Equal.
My uniform, whether loose or tight, is not an invitation for diction that would compliment a piece of meat.
On my battlefield, education is required. Optimism is a necessity.
Because, you see, in this arms race, your corporate weapons of mass destruction are nothing in comparison to my mind, body, and soul.
I’m a dynamo,

and if necessary,
I will go nuclear.
So, in the name of every veteran and every victim of V-Day,
I will forever fight

for the universal human right
that is
NO WOMAN LEFT BEHIND.

ready, steady, go January 13, 2008

So I’ve been perusing the other blogs here on WordPress, and I’ve found some interesting and intelligent posts/blogs. I really wanted to start mine with a bang and a pow, but, honestly, I’ve spent my whole day mindlessly at home, so whatever follows next is just going to have to do.

Midterms are coming up on Monday, and of course I continue to push studying away, as I’ve been pushing all of my other responsibilities away. I wish I could blame my laziness on “senioritis,” that inexplainable disease that, as the Facebook group puts it, we’re just too lazy to find a cure for (har har), but really I just don’t care much about my classes lately. I’ve got my early decision scholarship to Bryn Mawr College, and the only thing that’s keeping me from failing all my classes, at this point, is the need to keep my grades consistent in order to keep that scholarship. Now that I’m in, I just can’t wait to go.

Everyone talks about how you’re not supposed to want to leave once you’re a senior, and some of my peers speak as if you’re heartless for not wanting to cling to your friends for dear life. Yea, high school was a learning and growing experience and I’ll miss a lot of the people, but I am ready to experience something new. I can’t wait to take more classes that I am actually passionate about, and to experience life in Philly (I currently live near Boston). I can’t wait to get a dorm, and meet intelligent women, and be taken seriously. I’m tired of being stuck in this high school, where my principal uses the fact that I’m president of one of our school clubs as concrete proof that women are equal to men (hello, who the fuck is, and has been, president of this country?)

Honestly, I do cherish the city I live in and all of the memories I’ve made, and I’m excited for what time I have left here to make some more memories, but I’m ready for a change.

This is my new blog. January 12, 2008

so i’ll curate some situations, make my job a big vacation
and i’ll say FUCK Bush and FUCK this war
my war paint is sharpie ink and i’ll show you how much my shit stinks
and ask you what you think because your thoughts and words are powerful
they think we’re disposable, well both my thumbs opposable
are spelled out on a double word and triple letter score

- from Loose Lips by Kimya Dawson

Juno and its soundtrack is pretty ace.