Blackness – in all it’s different forms

From a Afrolatin@ to all siblings who’s experience of Blackness is marginalized in the main discourse around blackness: – i will give my best to see you, as the very particular person you are because of your particular experience – i will give my best to focus on your narrative …

Curls [Poem]

Love your #curls even if society tells you they are not worth it even if they grab, touch and shame them even if you hate, regrade and shame them Love your curls through the shame, through the racism through the hyper-visibility they know it is not easy that’s why they …

Dear Body

Today was one of those days. My Selfhate exploded, my chronical pain and trauma dominated everything. Then i found out to kick my selfhate and perfection in the gut by making AND posting this one-shot video about loving my body. Thanks Ari, I love your worjk so much!

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My german Zine from 2015 including actually this task!
THANKS ARI FITZ for making this empowerment-tool go online 🙂

Casa – a poem about belonging

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Bad Feminism /Bad Lesbian

[ Klick here for german version] “Bad feminists” or “bad lesbians” – becoming a topic of interest, amongst others at a panel at SchwuZ (a queer club in Berlin). On the Facebook page one finds criticism and discussions regarding that topic. Many activists are using their energy and ressources to …

A Latinix Thing

  This poem is written out of sadness, sickness, lost hope and the fear to out failures of communitys, which are so essential to save lifes. This poem isn’t written in one of my languages because they are to close to my heart, so i jused my little english skills …

Poem: Casa [MP3 + Text]

“why does cooking mean so much to you? You carribeans act crazy about food -that’s so over the point” a brother told me

and it is so

My dad built a casa, a place i never have been to but i see it when the garlic is burning dark in my oil filled pan

My dad built a casa

as my black ancestors did

they built it in their hearts

they recreated it


with garlic and rice

in the kitchen

on the gas-fire in front of their houses built with corrugaded sheets

In the backyards of the spanish colonial masters

in the kitchens of white feminist who prove their freedom on the backs of black bodys