activism ~ #lestweforget – ourselves

Oh how quickly we forget.

Whether its convenience, or guilt, I am unsure.

But if we care to look,

take notice,

the evidence is everywhere.

You wonder why there is concern?

Or why you are made to be concerned?

That was an idea bestowed.

You wonder why we are criminals?

Are blood thirsty?

An idea bestowed.

You believe that we are un-employable.


Also an idea bestowed.

You believe we lack the ability to move forward.


Another idea bestowed.

You believe our culture is primitive.

That we are mistrusting of rule.

Yes, Ideas bestowed.

You are uncertain of what we are.

Who we are.

So are we.

Both ideas, bestowed.

Although we were not as ‘native’ or naive

as they thought, by their conception of those ideas;

And we didn’t lose a single battle waged against us,

In the end we were overpowered

by numbers.

They didn’t ‘outsmart’ us,

they never could.

Instead they had to employ more


colonial tactics.

Tactics empowered by ideas.

Employed by even our own.

And we are still dismantling those ideas today.






from Me

“You need to stop dwelling in the past and move forward”

a. You can’t move forward if you don’t know where backwards is.

b. Fuck off and mind your own moving forward.


activism ~ #lestweforget – ‘strange fruit’

Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is the fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

Poem by by Abel Meeropol.


reverse and flip

flipping the script

flipping that shit.

the narratives.


making inclusivity

and thinking outside the

proverbial box.


re-design and design.

making it easier.

highlighting and expanding

thoughts and actions.


rather than seeing disabilities.


what am i.

the excellence

i have become.


seeing things

through different eyes.

where enhanced behaviours,

are reconciliation.


coming to my realisation

that this is who i am.


i am not a victim

or even a survivor.


i am way more

than that.



activism ~ #lestweforget


Lest we fucking forget!


That this someone, is someones child.

That what you may think is a wistful part of history,

is genocide.

Mothers, daughters, fathers and sons



they were chattels.

Have we learnt anything?

Other than what one can do to another

to concede



power and control;

by inflicting cruelty and hatred

of the most reprehensible kind?


And by asserting dominance

by belittling the power and dignity in another,

the subserviant

will comply.











Lest we fucking forget!