I am not silent anymore

mohonest:

"Why do you sing only black songs?"

"Wait, Stephanie Ray is an AMERICAN name- why are you brown?"

"Oooh, you’re hair is so textured and exotic."

"Can I bounce one of your curls". "Look at you, it was so easy for you to get in to college."

"Where are you actually from"

I am not your exotic…

<3 

#MoHonest

mohonest:


On the 1st of March 2014 a student of colour was arrested in a residential dorm at Mount Holyoke College (MHC). Her experience exposed some of the racist prejudices harbored by other students against students of colour and it revealed the ways in which campus police perpetuates these,…

mhc-asc:

Archives and Special Collections is photographing these signs on campus today, and documenting #MoHonest as part of the history of MHC student activism. If students would like to donate extra paper copies of these signs at a later date, we would be very glad to accept them. 
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mhc-asc:

Archives and Special Collections is photographing these signs on campus today, and documenting #MoHonest as part of the history of MHC student activism. If students would like to donate extra paper copies of these signs at a later date, we would be very glad to accept them. 
Zoom Info
mhc-asc:

Archives and Special Collections is photographing these signs on campus today, and documenting #MoHonest as part of the history of MHC student activism. If students would like to donate extra paper copies of these signs at a later date, we would be very glad to accept them. 
Zoom Info

mhc-asc:

Archives and Special Collections is photographing these signs on campus today, and documenting #MoHonest as part of the history of MHC student activism. If students would like to donate extra paper copies of these signs at a later date, we would be very glad to accept them. 

lyrics that i find relevant sometimes.

Windblown whispers wind naked down the corridor
Thoughts leavin’ my head, they twist through yours
What will become of these gestures that we made
I’ve given up my Bible, you moved out of state

Wearily waitin’ on the wastin’ of his days
A sad son’s smoldering soul
Give you three bucks for your sympathy and another for a cigarette
The interaction feels so cold

Oh the songs people will sing for home
And for the ones that have been gone for too long
But oh the things people will do for the ones that they love

We’re only here to find the love that lingers after
The moment
So kiss me in the back room where the music plays
I know that it’s not over

But oh the songs people will sing for home
And for the ones that have been gone for too long
Oh the things people will do for the ones that they love

Break down the corridors
La-da-da, da-da-da da da
Break down the corridors
La-da-da, da-da-da da

Messes that I haven’t tried to clean up in a while

You’re in my soul now
You’ve gotta waste away with me
My mind’s made up, I’m stayin’ here with you

There’s no use knowin’
Which way the wind is blowin’
My mind’s made up, I’m doin’ this, I’m doin’ this with you

There’s no use knowin’
Which way the wind is blowin’
My mind’s made up, I’m doin’ this, I’m doin’ this

You’re in my soul now
You’ve gotta waste away with me

I am sitting in this room
And it’s you.
Everywhere.
You are everywhere
And I miss you
And I want to see you
But mostly I want to stop thinking about you, and just breathe okay again.