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Yemisi Ilesanmi (YEMMYnisting)
Proudly Feminist, Proudly Bisexual, Proudly Atheist!
Proudly Feminist, Proudly Bisexual, Proudly Atheist!

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Interesting interview, well written piece. I salute the patience of the writer to sit through an interview with this conceited, deluded woman.

"It is obvious by then that Dolezal does not like me, but I don't appear to be alone in that feeling. Throughout our conversation, I get the increasing impression that, for someone who claims to love blackness, Rachel Dolezal has little more than contempt for many black people and their own black identities.

The dismissive and condescending attitude toward any black people who see blackness differently than she does is woven throughout her comments in our conversation. It is not just our pettiness, it is also our lack of education that is preventing us from getting on Dolezal's level of racial understanding. She informs me multiple times that black people have rejected her because they simply haven't learned yet that race is a social construct created by white supremacists, they simply don't know any better and don't want to: "I've done my research, I think a lot of people, though, haven't probably read those books and maybe never will."

I point out that I am a black woman with a political-science degree who writes about race and culture for a living, who has indeed read "those books." I find her blanket justification of "race is a social construct" overly simplistic. "Race is just a social construct" is a retort I get quite often from white people who don't want to talk about black issues anymore. A lot of things in our society are social constructs—money, for example—but the impact they have on our lives, and the rules by which they operate, are very real. I cannot undo the evils of capitalism simply by pretending to be a millionaire."

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This world definitely doesn't feel like home with all the hate, chemical weapons, war mongers, immigrant haters, child abusers, harmful religious beliefs etc. Waiting for MotherShip to beam me up to my alien family. 

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The Living Dead

Forlorn faces
Painful traces
Shows the strain
Of years of pain
Etched in wrinkles
Body shrivelled
Eyes blankly dead
Toiling for seeds
Take a seat
For Life is a beat

Youthful joy of living
Pleasure of feeling
Playground pain
Forgotten in the strain
Slaving in the bustle
Of a city life hustle
Rushing to make a living
But never enough savings
Buried under the bills
Struggling with the tills
Just another zombie
Scurrying for the bloodline

Memories long sheltered
Recluse of a mind shattered
Echoes of a child‘s laughter
Cause for a sudden falter
If only life could be paused
Back to when the heart pulsed
The moment of childhood wonder
So far away it echoes a shudder
Reliving ambitions and expectations
Youthful energy bursting with expressions
Eager to make the world an oyster
But now slave to the blood suckers

Laughter has lost its meaning
Pain is no longer a feeling
Another Zombie in the waiting
Push and shove to join the tube
‘Tis the era of the living dead
Giving blood for the bills
And now life is still
No pain, no joy, no feeling
Just the living dead earthlings
Scurrying for the Zombie lines!!!


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I Am Reaching, Reaching For The Stars

I am reaching, reaching for the stars
Though I bear the brunt of the scars
I spread my wings for a flying spree
This cage I will break to set me free
Although the sky looks scary and vast
I will explore with bravery and a blast
So long my wings were clipped
Now I will fly even if I slipped
Bowed down by years of misery
Now tis time to show my mystery

I am reaching, reaching for the stars
With eyes bleary and teary with cries
For so long I have been sad
These burdens I had so bad
The yoke I have carried
Many years I have tarried
Slave to your strangling bleeps
Too afraid to take that leap
Now it is my oyster card
To provide me a landing pad

I am reaching, reaching for the stars
Cos I am ready, ready for the skies
For so long lies I have been told
So many cultural myths I was sold
Motherhood will make you great
Submit as a wife even if it grates
Ambition will only make you vain
Be a woman and a worthy saint
Even if it takes mutiny
I will make my destiny

Resources might be scarce
I will no longer live a farce
Sitting on the sidelines
Never to make a landmark
In your space I am constrained
In my space I will not be restrained
Nothing can stop this flight
Not even all my plight
Even though you now sneer
Get set to watch and cheer

For so long I was a victim of your blunders
Now it is time to watch me in wonder
Like an exploding star I shall shine
Whirlwind mixed like sweet brine
This hurricane you have to bear
My Tsunami is poised to roar
Even though ill of me you now speak
Won’t stop me from reaching my peak
Just be still and watch me fly
You will no longer be so sly

Man or woman we can all roar
The sky is big for all to soar
I can no longer be caged
I will be my own sage
There is flight in my wing
Beautiful music as I sing
With this song I take flight and glow
Never to be slowed down by the flow
Watch me spread my wings and marvel
My mystery I am about to unravel!

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Chin Up And Weather The Storm!
You think you have it rough
Could it be as tough as the dough?
Beaten up and cuts into bits
Tossed into the oven heat
Yet comes out crispy and hot
Ready for the icing on top
With the paste we all have a favourite place
Cakes put a smile on many a bride’s face
Doughnuts and bread for everyone in plates
Path full of thorns but I wipe clean the slates
Like a rough diamond, now I come out trump
Chin up and weather the storm!

Yes I am a beautiful flower
But I have also been sour
For it is not always summer
In winter there is no shower
Sucked dry by the weeds
Blown away by the winds
Heads down not much to look at forlorn
It will be summer again and I shall blossom
My blazing colours and aroma will captivate
Butterflies and birds my nectar to salivate
To rise again, I need to be strong
Chin up and weather the storm!

Unemployed, accounts in red
Bills to pay, family to be fed
You have it hard but take a look at me
Homeless, refugee, not an account to my name
From faraway I come seeking greener pastures
I could be deported in a minute gesture
I am pregnant, barefoot, hungry children crying
Land ravaged by famine, droughts and slaying
I have no food, bank or fertile land but I walk on
The world plays politics and religion with my situation
I am just a statistic, it looks so bleak but I trudge on
Chin up and weather the storm!

I am the proud Rainbow, with awe you stare
Beautiful colours blazing across the clear blue sky
Sky once laden with rain soaked tears
Cloudy, stormy, wintry with no stars
Sunshine will always find a way to break through
The rainbow will blaze again, marvel and stay true
Life dishes out its mixture of pain and pleasure
With pressure, we appreciate more our treasures
Stricken down, rise up and look beyond the snares
This too shall pass for nothing stays the same
When it is all falling apart, just stay strong
Chin up and weather the storm!
BY © Yemisi Ilesanmi

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She puts a smile upon your face
And take you to the highest place
So don't you underestimate
Strength of a Woman...Shaggy

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“Man is defined as a human being and a woman as a female – whenever she behaves as a human being she is said to imitate the male.” Simone de Beauvoir. As we celebrate International Women’s Day, the words of Simone de Beauvoir ring loud in my ears.

As someone who became fiercely politically active as a young woman in a very patriarchal society, I was often ‘showered’ with the words “You are a man!” It was considered the highest praise you could give a woman for her bravery and courage while referring to a man as a woman is considered a below the belt insult. If only I had a penny for every time I heard these words from my fellow comrades, colleagues and mentors who actually should know better.

Please understand that calling a woman “a man’ because of her achievements or courage is NOT A COMPLIMENT. Those words are nothing but an insult to the woman, her achievements and gender identity. You do not honour me by calling me “A Woman like a Man“, in fact with such words you deny my gender identity and degrade my biological sex. I am a Woman and Proudly so.

We are all HUMANS irrespective of what the various creation myths say. Women demands recognition and respect as human beings. Brave and courageous women achievers do not need to be called A MAN as a compliment. Being called “A MAN” does not elevate us to the level of human beings; we are already human beings irrespective of our sex or gender identity.

Kindly recognise and respect my gender identity, this I believe is not too much to ask!
Blog post- #IWD

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It has been 108 years since the first observance of International Women's day.

Unfortunately, the Feminisation of Poverty continues.

Reproductive, Productive and Domestic roles still hold down the working woman from reaching her full potentials.

The ugly triple oppression of Racism, Classism and Sexism affect our unity.

Let us continue to fight in all Isms Schisms that jeopardise our strength.

No human being is born subordinate to another!

Happy International Women's Day to every woman!
#IWD #internationalwomensday #feminist #feminism #inspiration #Women #motivation #equality #humanrights #diversity 

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Sometimes we have to struggle to break the walls that trap us down; hold the fort. The strength lies in you, cos baby, You Are a Wonder Woman. Happy International Women's Day! #IWD #women #humanrights #selflove #flyhigh #motivation #inspiration 

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I believe I can fly, I believe I can touch the sky, I think about it everyday, spread my wings and fly away... Spread your wings sister. Do not let the system clip your wings or take the wind out of your sails. Happy International Women's Day! #IWD #women #humanrights #selflove #flyhigh #aimhigh #achieve #equality #inspiration #motivation 
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