Rebecca.
20.
feminist in nyc.
i don't know anymore.
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but you cannot stay for long.
So, you ask me to do the staying
And I listen. Journal Excerpts | Rebecca Rivera (via rebeccariveraa) 9 notes
To tell of every time there was a night
we could only remember the feeling of.
To ask, how a shapeless thing was so beautiful
it felt violent.
To tell of how sometimes,
I walk away from a sunset half-bruised.
I leave the ocean, dripping blood.
I watch the light with sore teeth.
I feel the earth ripping flesh,
and all I want to do is love it.
All I want to do is give it a name.
So, I can finally say,
“Here. This is how it hurts.
This is how it doesn’t.” Naming the feeling | Rebecca Rivera (via rebeccariveraa) 5 notes
Salome dances her dance of the seven veils,
The men all eye her like wolves on the hunt, this beautiful girl
finally undressing for them. Finally they can see her
exactly as they want to.
The first veil drops.
In 2007, Kim Kardashian’s ex-boyfriend
released their sex tape against her will.
Kim Kardashian, rather than hide in shame
Used the publicity to promote her own career.
Salome moves like a dream half-remembered.
Salome dances like a siren song. All the men ache
to see the hot sugar of her hip bones.
The second veil drops.
In 2014, Kim Kardashian walks down the aisle
As the whole world watches. If only all of us
were so successful in our revenge.
If only all of us stood in our Louboutin heels
on the backs of the men who betray us,
surveying the world we created for ourselves.
The third veil drops.
Kim Kardashian knows exactly what you think of her.
She presses the cloth tighter against her skin
Her smile is a promise she never intends to keep
We can almost see all of her.
Salome shows us her body
but never her eyes.
The fourth veil is dropping.
The four things most recently tweeted at Kim Kardashian were
@KimKardashian Suck My Dick
@Kim Kardashian Can I Meet Kanye?
@KimKardashian Please Fuck Me
@KimKardashian I Love You. I Love You.
Women are told to keep their legs shut.
Women are told to keep their mouths shut.
Some women are kept silent for so long,
They become experts in the silent theft of power.
The fifth veil has dropped.
Kim Kardashian made $12 million dollars this year
Yesterday, uncountable men in their miserable jobs,
told their miserable friends that Kim was a “dumb whore”
Kim Kardashian will never learn their names.
The sixth veil has dropped.
The seventh veil has dropped.
And Salome sat beside King Herod. And he swore unto her
“Whatsoever thou shalt ask of me, I will give to thee
unto the half of my kingdom”
And she smiled, and said
“Bring me the head of John The Baptist.
Punish the man who hurt me”
Happy International Women’s Day!
In celebration of this month and in what it means to be a woman, I have been working on a project with some of the women in my life. As I’ve spoken and spent time with them, I’ve noticed that they all spend a considerable amount of time apologizing for the most trivial things. They’ll apologize for sharing too much or not sharing enough; for asking a question or for becoming emotional while answering one. Whether doing so consciously or unconsciously, I can’t help but think that this is a trait prevalent in many women. We are conditioned to believe we shouldn’t do too much of anything. We shouldn’t take up too much space, be too loud, too direct, too ambitious, too emotional. In turn, we learn to exist within the boundaries society sets for us and begin to endlessly apologize when we feel we are stepping out of them. This is how we shrink ourselves. This is how we halt our own growth. This is also unacceptable. Women – you deserve to grow. You deserve to reach your full potential despite how uncomfortable it may make others. Not only do you deserve it, but it is your birthright. So, be loud. Be outspoken. Cry when you need to. Scream when you feel like it. Most importantly, do not spend your life apologizing for the greatness inside of you. You are not an apology. You are a woman. You deserve to bloom.
Your last
Love affair with my bewildered heart
And the notes section of my IPhone
I could write you a novel and there’d still be some purging left to do
I guess that’s what happens after months of
Filling myself up with you
Weeks pass and you’re still
Spilling out of every syllable
Claiming every consonant yours
And I am left breathless
Writing speeches to the silhouettes of ghosts
Trying not to drown in the ink
Instead just
Coughing up illusions
Choking
on their half-wrecked smiles
I used to spend everyday trying
Not to break into myself
Hugging all my corners
Keeping all my edges neat
Inside cookie-cutter boxes of perfection
So that maybe you’d think
I was something worth caring for
But there is no beauty in this sacrifice
Nothing sacred in the blood of martyrs we did not ask for
There are enough of them on your front doorstep already
And I
Am sick and tired of writing eulogies for the parts of me men cannot handle
For the parts they do not deserve
If feeling is a sin
Then I am whirlwind of emotion
A sinning explosion
Catharsis personified
But I am not
The next level in your growing process
Just for you to grow enough to realize
This intensity is too intense for predictability
And that is just the half of me
You will never find stability in the heartbeat of this hurricane
I am a mess of a woman
But a woman all the same
One who refuses to keep bending into herself
To fit better into your brokenness
I am better off whole
You, better off a memory
Something to let go of
Maybe…
Maybe this is your last poem. “iPhone Poems” | Rebecca Rivera (via rebeccariveraa) 9 notes
Easily bruised and shaken
Not masterful at the art of letting go
But quite exceptional at the art of losing things
And once lost
I am left
In the remnants of hard-logic
Which by now, you know I am no good at using either
I am too possessed by the changing sensations
Of the life inside bodies
The pain
The pangs
The contained, magnified and unmistakable feel of falling
The one that lives near the drops of
Roller coasters
Swinging ships
And ironically—as if it were laughing at your undoing—
The same one that shivers through you
When falling in love
And it is in this nakedness of the heart
In this rawness
That I lose you
Over and over again
Every ache, spitting you out of this body
Every shooting pain
Bringing me back to myself “Hard Logic” | Rebecca Rivera (via rebeccariveraa) 26 notes
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