before you say I Love You (tw: SA)

This poem is not politically correct.
Neither are his hands on your body
or my hands around his throat:
he touched you.
he touched you.
He said you were mine,
and then he touched you.

You are no one’s object, no one’s baby girl,
and even though you call me daddy
I’m no more your father
than the priest of the church you don’t believe in.
The night you came home with bruises
I told you not to come home at all;
that was before I knew what he did.
All I knew was that I said Don’t go to his house,
something bad will happen,

and you laughed it off.

I said don’t go.
I said don’t go.
I said don’t go,
and you came home crying.

For two weeks we’ve eaten in silence
as you rub off your mascara
on the back of your hand,
laughing between the cracks in our conversations,
forcing compliments over microwave meals
and cold soup.
You never told me exactly what happened,
but you told me not to kill him.

I swore that I would kill him.
You refused to give me his address.

Every time you leave,
I want to change the locks.
Every time you come home,
I want to hold you
until I love you.
Go, come, go, come.
I don’t recognize myself in the mirror
and I don’t recognize you across the dinner table.

You’re no one’s property.
You’re not ‘damaged goods.’
You’re not goods, and I’m not good,
and every kiss feels like, You cheated on me.

It’s not your fault.
It’s not your fault.
Whatever he did, it’s not your fault.
But Don’t go.  Something bad will happen.
You laughed it off.
Do you like being so naïve?
I rub my temples gray and cry in the bathroom
so that you can’t hear me over the television.

Why do I feel this way?
Like you betrayed me.
It should be cut and dry—he hurt you, it’s not your fault,
you are the victim, you are the only victim—
but I can’t bring myself
to put my lips where his mouth was.
I can’t kiss you when you ask me.
When I hold you at night you’re so cold, like air,
but so heavy, like nightmares,
and you tell me I grind my teeth.

This poem is not politically correct
and this love does not come easy.
Because when you wake up,
I don’t see you the same
and before you say, I love you
I just roll back to sleep.

I’m sorry.

i am not here to accommodate whiteness. not the white gaze, not white ignorance, not “nice” white folks, not white curiosity. not white guilt, or fetishizing. not your white need for Black silence cus that’s what makes you feel good and important. not your white assumptions of who i am and what i have to offer because of what i look like, sound like, or where i come from. not your earthy grajo smell. not your white discomfort with my existence and flyness. not your “fiscally conservative but socially liberal politics.” not here to accommodate your white privilege. or your need to be smiled at in public spaces cus otherwise my beautiful Blackness threatens you. i’m just not here for you. this post is prolly the most you gon get…

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120 Beauties: 89) Nicki Minaj 

“My advice to women in general: Even if you’re doing a nine-to-five job, treat yourself like a boss. Not arrogant, but be sure of what you want - and don’t allow people to run anything for you without your knowledge.”

Liza Wang

Actress and opera singer Liza Wang was born on August 28, 1947 in Chongming County, China. Her television career spanned more than forty years, but she has also had significant success in both singing and the Cantonese Opera. She has served twice as chair of the Chinese Artist Association of Hong Kong and is a linchpin of Hong Kong’s TVB Network. Wang is also an active philanthropist. She has hosted telethons to raise money for Tung Wah Group of Hospitals, Hong Kong’s largest charity. She is also a two-time cancer survivor and an executive committee member of the Hong Kong Anti-Cancer Society.

Happy birthday, Liza Wang!

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