Intersectional Feminism

Stop, don’t tell me that again,

I don’t want to hear it.

Don’t tell me your feminism is intersectional,

when you use the doubled broken backs

of black women

to elevate yourself.

Don’t tell me your feminism is intersectional,

if the only time you support black women,

and black girls

is when you see our faces plastered

on the campaigns of

Oxfam and Comic Relief.

When you want to be the white saviour,

receive the praise and feel comfortable helping them

knowing exactly that: it is ‘us’ and ‘them’

and they will never be close enough to have any real

impact

to ever shake hierarchies and alter your position.

You’ll gladly help the black starving and crying faces

plastered across your screen.

Gladly dig deep into your pocket,

but won’t help the black women here;

in your country, in your city.

Tell me why,

why will you only help the children of Africa and not

the grandchildren of Africa,

relocated and replenished in the western world?

Tell me why.

She looks at me silent, not knowing how to respond,

not knowing when I am calm enough to break

the silence.

But oh, I am calm:

This is not new,

this is not a topic only concerning you,

this stems from the collective.

Black women have been the stools,

our backs have been the stepping stones,

for generations, for decades.

I have spent hours thinking,

researching this topic

and now I am hoping you’ll understand your actions.

Allow me to fill the silence: 

You fear elevating the black women,

the strong black women of your society,

you fear us being on your level,

because you need our backs to rise,

you need the stepping stones of oppression,

discrimination and marginalisation,

to reach your glass ceilings,

to remain on top. 

So, don’t tell me your feminism is intersectional,

because you hash tagged #BringBackOurGirls

and reposted shocking stories about the women

raped in the Sudan blackout.

Don’t tell me your feminism is intersectional,

because you bought a red nose

to raise money for comic relief,

and donate monthly to Oxfam,

knowing

Your £5

CouldProvideAStarvingChildInAfricaWithAHotMeal.


Tell me how you won’t speak out for the black women

facing racist,

sexist remarks at the office.

How you won’t comment when the black mothers,

are the only ones labelled bad mothers.

When black fathers,

are the only ones branded absent fathers.

How you remain silent when your daughter calls the

black dolls on the shelf ugly.

Tell me how you scream black men

are violent and threatening,

but you’re still curious and lustful

of their exotic and erotic,

joking ‘once you go black, you never go back’.


Racial contradictions, dismissals, omissions;

So, don’t tell me your feminism is intersectional,

until it is.

1 Comment

  1. From the small steps of Checkpoint to the advance points checked through lifes continous journey, remain inspired and creatively blessed Simone Yasmin😊

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