#roya marsh

[llovelymoonn]

hello! may i request strangers to lovers? thank you! :)

roya marsh dayliGht: “in broad dayliGht black victims looked gagged” \\ billie bond breathe \\ li-young lee the undressing: poems: "i loved you before i was born" \\ faye wei wei at the ends of my heart are little bells that ring out for you (2022)

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[trappergirl]

jenny slate, little weirds / 1.04 for the children / home, warsan shire / 1.05 two aces / desireé dallagiacomo, origin story / 1.10 the hope that kills you / roya marsh, daylight / 2.09 man city / jennifer s. cheng, so we must meet apart 

[elektramouthed]

 His god and mine suffer a language barrier How you create your own sect and still manage to worship a god that’s more involved in my sex than my safety How you preaching the word of your lord and cussing me in the name of your crotch

Roya Marsh, from dayliGht

[h-l-w]

Words from “in broad dayliGht black lovers look guest” by Roya Marsh

[feral-ballad]

I woke up this morning, suffering from a slight hangover after drinking last night. I find myself drinking quite a lot these days, though, at least I would not be drinking alone.

Recently, I have discovered a truth about my being, one that I have ignored for many years, and that now turns out to be very destructible. I was doing quite well 'til the day I admitted to myself that I'm spending my life in the wrong body. I'm not sure if I can.. And there seems to be no solution.

I woke up this morning, feeling just as horrible, and reached out to tumblr in search for writings that would identify with what I'm going through. I was lucky and found your blog. I immediately ordered two books, ›This Wound is a World‹ by Billy-Ray Belcourt, and ›The Trees Witness Everything‹ by Victoria Chang. My question is, are there any more pieces of literature that you can recommend for someone who is feeling deeply ashamed and humiliated by the own body?

I deeply apologize to you. It just felt good to finally communicate this to someone. Thank you in advance ...and please know this: the pieces you share are wonderful picks, people like you make the world rich. Thank you <33

hey angel, i know this was sent awhile ago, i’m deeply sorry for the late reply. please don’t ever apologize for reaching out. thank you for being brave enough to send me this, it’s certainly not easy & i’m so so proud of you for it… truly. i understand how unbearable one’s own flesh can be. the concept is very scary, i know. i want to strip down and walk without it. it’s just like how Belcourt wrote, “sometimes bodies don’t always feel like bodies but like wounds.” it’s a huge burden. i’ve felt misplaced from my body my entire life. what reassures me a little is the fact that i’m never alone in this and that i’m not crazy. i try to accept the voice in my head that keep reminding me that this is bullshit. it never goes away, but it gets quiet sometimes. i really hope that volume turns down for you. i hope you’re okay and that you’re at least kind to yourself right now because you deserve to feel good about yourself. please take care, i believe in you ♡

Places I’ve Taken My Body: Essays by Molly McCully Brown

Disintegrate/Dissociate by Arielle Twist

If My Body Could Speak by Blythe Baird

Girls That Never Die: Poems by Safia Elhillo

DayliGht by Roya Marsh

Soft Science by Franny Choi

[thefreeblackwomanslibrary]

The Free Black Women's Library events calendar for February is so up. Wonderful things are happening this month. 🖤📚🖤📚🖤

2/10 Imagining Our Stories/ Speculative Fiction workshop for Black women & Black non-binary writers 3pm - 5pm

2/11 Ready, Set, Color!! Come color with us!! Coloring book sessions with Richly Learning. 3pm - 5pm

2/16 COME PLAY WITH ME/ Game Night for Black Singles. 8pm - 11pm

2/17 BLACK WOMEN TAUGHT US featuring Jenn M Jackson & Brittney Cooper 3pm - 5pm

2/18 ALL THE BLACK WOMEN featuring EbonyJanice & Roya Marsh 3pm - 5pm

2/24 CUT & CONJURE/ A Black History Month Collage Party 3pm - 5pm

2/25 TFBWL READING CLUB/ ZAMI - A New Spelling Of My Name by Audre Lorde 6.30pm - 8pm (Zoom)

PDF available.

[dreamssick]

Healing

Dunya Mikhail // Mary Oliver // Clarice Lispector //  sunsbleeding //  sunsbleeding // Resmaa Menakem // Hope Moore // Roya Marsh

[pyreshe]

repost & list 6 songs that inspire you to write your muse

arsonist's lullabye - hozier

seven - taylor swift

uneven odds - sleeping at last

new constellations - ryn weaver

strong - pjao musical

ready now - dodie

& list 6 quotes that inspire you to write your muse

“ I saw the sun. So much - power and fire and rage inside of her, enough to burn the world and leave it nothing but desert. But to look at her, oh - It was too much for most. But it seemed so still, so stable. But it wasn’t calm. It was just - distant “ - jonathan sims

"What I really wanted to say was that a monster is not such a terrible thing to be. From the Latin root monstrum, a divine messenger of catastrophe, then adapted by the Old French to mean an animal of myriad origins: centaur, griffin, satyr. To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once." - ocean vuong

"i am the good news - consider me the burning bush. you're damn right I’m on fire; I’ve been carrying the sun on my spine intending to light the way" - roya marsh

"Courage, dear heart" - cs. lewis

“I said to the sun, ‘Tell me about the big bang.’ The sun said, ‘it hurts to become.” - andrea gibson

"“Safer to be feared than loved,” I said. “Machiavelli,” she crowed, and skipped ahead laughing—whether in a mocking gesture of her age or genuine youthful energy, I couldn’t tell. “How do you know that?” I was impressed, and liking her more every minute. A smart, fucked-up little girl. Sounded familiar. “I know tons of things I shouldn't know.”" - gillian flynn

tagged by @arcticrime tagging @romuolus, @crem8, @s4ints (blorbo of choice &lt;3), @somneiroi, @jasnstilnski, @dehddie, @riselazarus, @springthings and u!!

[aelswiths]

Roya Marsh, dayliGht; “in broad dayliGht black lovers look guests”

Inspired by this post.

Dedicated to @aadmelioraa, @aethelreds, @volvaaslaug, @wildwren

For @tlkafterparty, prompts: familial relationships + angst + inspired by poetry + inspired by dark blue & purple

[thesoftestmess]

For Kakayama Week 2022, Day 5: Seals and Curses

poem in the moodboard from "dayliGht: Poems" by Roya Marsh

[bunniemusings]

created to be used and disposed of

in dayliGht black victims look gagged, roya marsh / deathless, catherynne m. valente / clarice lispector / halloween, phoebe bridgers / virginia woolf / clarice lispector / 

[elektramouthed]

 black bitch. gold digger. how dare you save yourself. we told you, die. so we could RIP you, sis. look at tonie, gone from giving us life on theshaderoom to dead on the basement floor. barry gets life, but not her. devalued. dumb. doomed. y’know, i do wanna see both sides. rip entry & exit wound.

Roya Marsh, from dayliGht

[lifeinpoetry]

I don’t owe anyone more joy than I owe myself.

— Roya Marsh, “in broad dayliGht black girls look gleeful,” dayliGht

[missedstations]

“Rememory” - Roya Marsh

      is the sound of me thinking in a language stolen from my ancestors. I can’t tell you who the first slave in my family was, but we are the last. Descendants of the sun. Rye skinned and vibrant, wailing to a sailing tomb. We twist creoled tongues. Make English a song worth singing. You erase our history and call it freedom. Take our flesh and call it fashion. Swallow nations and call it humanity. We so savage we let you live.       I can’t tell you who the first slave in my family was, but we remember the bodies.   Our bodies remember. We are their favorite melody. Beat into bucket. Broken into cardboard covered concrete. Shaken into Harlem. The getting over never begins, but there is always the get down. Our DNA sheet music humming at the bottom of the ocean.

[feral-ballad]

Roya Marsh, from dayliGht; “in broad dayliGht black thrivers look growth”

[chineseamericanfailure]

Used to say I been beaten / but I’m still here / fight ain’t over / I never died / The trauma did

-- “in broad dayliGht black abuse victims look gone,” Roya Marsh