Mujer, Interrumpida...

"El quinto verso era corto como un relámpago y al escribirlo, me dejó en la razón su quemadura." - Pablo Neruda
~ Tuesday, February 7 ~
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when i used to think about compassion, i thought it meant that you let folks continue to be who they are without saying anything to them. and then i remember thinking, “well that’s pretty dumb, why should i be compassionate? some mofos need to know they’re buggin.” then i thought about my homeboy jesus (the christ dude) and how he was the illest compassionate dude and he flipped out in the temple when they were selling stuff in it. so compassionate does not equal coddling. you can have sympathy for their suffering and who they’re being and still hold folks accountable. amazing.


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