Interdependency being the goal OR
Perception defining the reality
Not a tomboy, not quite the girl next door, not your hot chick and definitely not a simple quiet girl
Not my make up, not my hair, not so much even to claim a natural beauty
This or that got to pick a side
Wall street or main street, or just a street in fact
hour-glass, ticking bomb… quick profit- hurry now it’s up for grabs!
Politics or development or rather, rebel for both or against
Tibetan or American or perhaps even a bit Indian and Nepali or maybe even African American- No- perhaps Japanese or Filipina from Hawaii?
Raw, beautiful, pretty, cute, no-no I know “exotic” ooooooh different
From the land of the snowy utopia?
Oh idealist, democratic, socialist, no no activist?
This or that maybe even both or maybe Neither but certainly something?
colonialism, nationalism, feminism, individualism, liberalism, ismmmmmmmms humanism?
Post me in your dictionary
Again and again bring on the terms
Pick a name, categorize me, place me in an order, label me with a tag line, prioritize me with your needs and then Define my character according to your “intelligence”
I too will be your study, all with history, so dot me up and place me in the line
Benefit from my existence to uplift your position
Wisdom or ignorance – OR OR OR this or that stay on one side- force a choice
Share your data: Statistics can satisfy your need
Quantify my worth and sell my identity
Binary divisions do not solve anything it does not work for me, I will not choose a side, I do not have one identity, importance of my rights cannot me measured and my experiences of inferiority will not be the same as yours-
Succeed only in Satisfying your thirst to feel you have served some knowledge
Your purpose for me
No validation will be concluded on my side. You may do as you wish with my story but I have felt it always in others’ terms
I KNOW!!!! How about an example?
Still I rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like tear drops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
4 thoughts on “I will rise – No one identity “Intersectionality””
Hey darling love this post! I agree man not one identity but a bunch of things mixed together to create the beautiful being. 🙂 don’t box me in if u know what I mean!
I left a comment but I don’t c it. 😦
To the point, precise and true to the identity of the writer. Well written Wangmo. 🙂
Unquantify life to moments, that which change us, shape us, and mold us day by day to be who we are in this moment… live for moments of happiness to cherish when you grow old and reminisce.
I cannot define you – or anyone – that or my intelligence is lacking…
Anyhow, Go ahead and quantify me now…
Hey Ms Wanderer, wander away in the sun with delight happiness- I hope you are enjoying the islands!
GP- couldn’t have said it any better- Live the moments, love the moments the good and the bad- both which work to create your present. I will not quantify you by any means but your qualities are much appreciated!