We need teachers. We need them from the places we have never thought to have gotten them before
We need scarred forearms ,split tongues, bowed heads, nappy roots , and raised fists.
gender queers, drag queens, bois, grrrrrrrrrls ,nerds, jocks, fierce women ,dangerous young men, single mothers, grad students, auto didactics, blind to the seeing world , brave in the face of danger, scared in the night, way too loud in the library, too big for the Gap, too small for your pants ,
but most of all we NEED each other.
And because we need you there are things we need you to know.
So this Carnival is meant to be only the beginning of our education.
Because we are NOT the world’s special case, or pet issue.
We are not to be recruited, convinced, or calmed down. We are not here to be enlightened, uplifted or “bettered”.
We want to live. And it’s not about cool or fun or hip . It’s about
Our lives ,Our rights, Our terms.
Fighting governments, fighting confusion , fighting for our lives
I have this incredibly odd belief.
WE CAN SPEAK FOR OURSELVES.
And one more
WE SHOULD BE AND ARE SPEAKING TO EACH OTHER...
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