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wocinsolidarity:

Attanya: #WeNeedDiverseBooks because I love science fiction and fantasy books, but I’m tired of authors treating dragons and robots and magic as more plausible than black and brown characters

Jennifer: #WeNeedDiverseBooks because… when I was 13 a white girl told me it was selfishthat all of the protagonists in my stories were Latina because she “just can’t relate to nonwhite characters.” She made me feel guilty for writing about people like me. 

Aiesha: #WeNeedDiverseBooks because…Black Girls are more than sidekicks or “sassy, ghetto friend”

Facts and Figures About Race/Ethnicity in YA and Children’s Lit:

#WENEEDDIVERSEBOOKS

Posting this a little late, but followers please take the time out to check out this post explaining the #WeNeedDiverseBooks campaign and more events to come over the next few days! 

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ayanaahj:

“For Octavia”
by Shawn Taylor (@reallovepunk) in the Black Futurist’s Speak anthology:
1. She told us that god was change/we didn’t listen She told us to change god/we clung to the tethers of stagnancy Hoping against the evidence that we had a plan Or that someone had a plan for us
2. Bodies ripped and rending Colors bleeding/skin and gender become Cartography/ Divine Locus Maps and territories braided
3. Doro and Anyanwu A greater happening masked Families built with will and manipulation Power and minute control encircled
4. It is about shapes The shapes of things to come The shape of the present moment Shaping one’s self/The Genesis point for Shaping God
5. Prayer is in the blood The blood is the connector Triads of histories meet Leaving only the beginning of a new line
6. The sky has no secrets Away from those we embed in it The unspoken shadow Stifles the screams of the air
7. Words have always been enough Inadequate symbols of the neverwas Meaning extracted from the loss of speech Literacy becomes a soothing currency
8. Hosting and pregnancy are the same As they both bond and nurture Man’s stomach holds the future The egg keeps the present at bay
9. Time is a whip/Splaying backs openTo ensure her existence she had to save hatred History becomes myth becomes pain Pain is the clay with which to shape
10. Pain/Darkness/Hunger Tongue flits across punctures/this is a joining Pleasure compressed into the perceptually forbidden Family shares blood shares life shares each other
11. Can the difference between power and love Ever be differentiated within the chaos When the object of desire and affection Constantly wonders if they are loved or food
12. Positive obsession engenders adaptability Persistence is the ever-moment Rigidity is the enemy of future-thought Our destination has been plotted and composed
13. The shape of seeds is as important as what sprouts Godseed/Earthseed both needs fertile ground This is an uncommon transaction We are blinded by the beauty of this exchange
14. Vinyl-clad Devil Girls from Mars touched down Giving a young girl a new set of eyes to see Beyond the utilitarian nature of paper and pen Humble world-creator finds her shaping tools
15. Hammering at the edge of awareness She transitions from pen to punctuated key-bursts Worlds and their peoples asking to be born The possibility of tomorrow captured with just 26 letters
16. Time and sky are her only boundaries Both shattered with little effort or will She makes her sorcery look easy Onyx adepts plant themselves at her feet
17. Death may very well be the All Powerful Though it is underwhelming in its insidious banality Stories leaking onto crusted ice Forming constellations of ossified symbol
18. She rose from the end of things Looked out and highShe stepped over the flickering non-corpse of the unprayed to god and declared “Only the stars are holy.”
Octavia Estelle Butler June 22, 1947 – February 24, 2006

ayanaahj:

“For Octavia”

by Shawn Taylor (@reallovepunk) in the Black Futurist’s Speak anthology:

1. She told us that god was change/we didn’t listen She told us to change god/we clung to the tethers of stagnancy Hoping against the evidence that we had a plan Or that someone had a plan for us

2. Bodies ripped and rending Colors bleeding/skin and gender become Cartography/ Divine Locus Maps and territories braided

3. Doro and Anyanwu A greater happening masked Families built with will and manipulation Power and minute control encircled

4. It is about shapes The shapes of things to come The shape of the present moment Shaping one’s self/The Genesis point for Shaping God

5. Prayer is in the blood The blood is the connector Triads of histories meet Leaving only the beginning of a new line

6. The sky has no secrets Away from those we embed in it The unspoken shadow Stifles the screams of the air

7. Words have always been enough Inadequate symbols of the neverwas Meaning extracted from the loss of speech Literacy becomes a soothing currency

8. Hosting and pregnancy are the same As they both bond and nurture Man’s stomach holds the future The egg keeps the present at bay

9. Time is a whip/Splaying backs open
To ensure her existence she had to save hatred History becomes myth becomes pain Pain is the clay with which to shape

10. Pain/Darkness/Hunger Tongue flits across punctures/this is a joining Pleasure compressed into the perceptually forbidden Family shares blood shares life shares each other

11. Can the difference between power and love Ever be differentiated within the chaos When the object of desire and affection Constantly wonders if they are loved or food

12. Positive obsession engenders adaptability Persistence is the ever-moment Rigidity is the enemy of future-thought Our destination has been plotted and composed

13. The shape of seeds is as important as what sprouts Godseed/Earthseed both needs fertile ground This is an uncommon transaction We are blinded by the beauty of this exchange

14. Vinyl-clad Devil Girls from Mars touched down Giving a young girl a new set of eyes to see Beyond the utilitarian nature of paper and pen Humble world-creator finds her shaping tools

15. Hammering at the edge of awareness She transitions from pen to punctuated key-bursts Worlds and their peoples asking to be born The possibility of tomorrow captured with just 26 letters

16. Time and sky are her only boundaries Both shattered with little effort or will She makes her sorcery look easy Onyx adepts plant themselves at her feet

17. Death may very well be the All Powerful Though it is underwhelming in its insidious banality Stories leaking onto crusted ice Forming constellations of ossified symbol

18. She rose from the end of things Looked out and high
She stepped over the flickering non-corpse of the unprayed to god and declared “Only the stars are holy.”

Octavia Estelle Butler June 22, 1947 – February 24, 2006