Monday, January 4, 2016


It was the winter of 2014 and I was surprised that America wasn’t on fire. Every week there were more reports of police slayings of black civilians. We watched America’s corrupt justice system protect murderers because they were white and held a badge. America was once again in the middle of a race war that the dominant media wasn’t covering and all my friends were on the frontlines of battle.

Being a person of color in America is a maddening experience. We all deal and interact with white supremacy in different ways, yet share the common threads of living in a society that doesn’t deem our bodies beautiful or worthy and constantly attacks them. We are simultaneously invisible and hyper-visible, devalued unless we are being exotified or fetishized for our foreignness. Historically, our bodies are not, have not been, ours. They have been examined, owned, interpreted, and rewritten by the white patriarchal supremacy that upholds this country. There is very little public dialogue about what our bodies actually mean to us, what they are, what they can do. We learn that our bodies are not sites of self-love and beauty, but as functions for labor, commodity, or objectification.


If you are a person of color writing about your relationship with your body and exploration of self-love, please submit up to three poems or one piece of prose to HEArt’s special Let Me Love Me issue by January 31, 2016. We seek work that brings voice to the value of body/presence/wholeness in all.

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Reading your article it spoke volumes about what people with colour have to face and not just face once but every day, all day!! Great post!

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