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Bibil
How could the men we know be monsters? Monsters were creepy old dudes lurking in gloomy streets, preying on virginal girls. Not boys having sex with their girlfriends. Getting the friends involved was certainly questionable. But how could it be rape? The boys who befriended my family, who were at my house all the time, making me laugh so often, couldn’t be rapists. Could they?
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These people we love
These people we love But that we cannot reach We feel the love boiling inside Feel that they are somehow a part of us A part of our story But sometimes the words fail us We struggle to meet them Across the gap of time Across the opportunities That made us different Made that our […]
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World tour through books: Afghanistan
“What’s the difference between menstrual blood and blood that is clean? What’s so disgusting about this blood?…You were born of this blood! It is cleaner than the blood of your own body!”
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For whom does the caged bird sing?
But when you fall, you’ll see You’ll hear them saying How you’ve set the fight back for your entire race.
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Aren’t you happy
Home is a killing ground At home, when you go out You might never come back
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Manhood, societal order, power, the cycle of violence, and dehumanization in City of God
Meirelles and Lund’s City of God (2002) is an action-packed story about a poverty-stricken slum in Rio de Janeiro, as told by a young boy name Buscapé. The film is divided into three parts: The late 60s, the 70s, and early 80s, thus spanning a period of one and a half-decade, which saw a sprawling […]
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Vas-y, vis !
Une voiture qui s’engage dans une rue inconnue. A l’intérieur, une petite fille qui ne dit rien, mangeant des yeux les kilomètres qui se défilent. Enfin les murs d’une école qui se dressent. Le rêve du père qu’il espère voir vivre à travers elle. La petite fille ne le sait pas encore mais derrière ces […]
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Tic Tac
Réécriture de l’un de mes tous premiers poèmes De toutes mes peurs d’enfants Il en est une qui perdure La peur des horloges De la lente marche du temps Je me souviens encore De la frayeur qui me précipitait Toute tremblante Dans les bras de ma sœur Le son des horloges étaient Des pas qui […]
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