Photo: Lady Bedspacer |
A photo I took way back in the day in my barrio/barangay....
Posted by Kristia on Fri, 27 Oct 2006 09:21:00 PST |
Poem: Dear Mr. Macktivist |
Dear Mr. Macktivist
yo, are there any macktivists in the house?
you're just way too goodat tellin me how i'm oppressed,that i'm beginnin to wonder if you evenknow what you're talkin about.playa, you s...
Posted by Kristia on Tue, 24 Oct 2006 11:23:00 PST |
Poem: Maid Service |
maid service
i was nineteencleaning a 20-something white dude's apartmentjust like momma used to dojust like lola used to do
while he's out walking his dog,drivin his truck,shopping at armani e...
Posted by Kristia on Fri, 27 Oct 2006 09:14:00 PST |
Photo: random collage |
The first face is Zapata and the second face is Amiri Baraka's son at around age 3 I believe taken at the free school his kids attended.
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Posted by Kristia on Thu, 19 Oct 2006 08:03:00 PST |
Untitled - future |
I don't even know where this came from. I just wrote it. (Rarely do I get to dedicate a poem, but this should be for Adriano who gives me updates on the State and the camps their buildin for us every ...
Posted by Kristia on Tue, 17 Oct 2006 10:50:00 PST |
Untitled - a small history |
i sip plantation teaeverytime i remembermy lola's fears of the black man
maybe i get pointscause i'mma admitthat my family bought into the ideathat dark skin was lesser,and clung onto the notion that ...
Posted by Kristia on Fri, 13 Oct 2006 05:45:00 PST |
Untitled: Drowning in White Privilege |
Drowning in White Privilege:
A sunny day, a clean, gleaming swimming pool,sunscreen for skin that burns, sunglasses, neon-colored floating devices, slave-labor-made swimsuits, bastardizations of a sup...
Posted by Kristia on Tue, 26 Sep 2006 07:56:00 PST |
Untitled: Rebolusyon |
Rebolusyon.Gusto ko ng rebolusyon.
Rebolusyon.Ayaw ko na.Ayaw ko na nito.Ano ba talaga 'to?
"status quo" "colonial mentality" "global dynamics" "racial superiority"
Si Manang, nag...
Posted by Kristia on Tue, 26 Sep 2006 07:53:00 PST |
Poem: Untitled/For HEM |
The poem is self-explanatory. You can tell I wrote this after New York began to feel like the closest one could ever get to Manila; when the struggle in New York felt like home.
Untitled/For HEM
befor...
Posted by Kristia on Tue, 26 Sep 2006 07:49:00 PST |
Poem: Untitled2 |
I've actually decided, fuck graduate school. But otherwise this poem is still all me.
Untitled piece
1
scavenging my way to revolution
you could feed the first floorof a Bronx high riseoffa the...
Posted by Kristia on Sun, 24 Sep 2006 10:38:00 PST |
