Peel my love like an onion,
one transparent layer following the next,
a Buddhist infinity of desire.
I breathe your skin
and a vapor of memory arises,
tears my orfices raw
with the many smells of you.
When you leave, Tezcatlipoca,
it is I who have evaporated you perhaps,
horned creature to whom
I have given wings, come back. Rest again, in my
thin arms, limb with limb
like gnarled branches entwined in a sleep
of a thousand years.
second epigraph in Peel My Love Like an Onion.
Watch the trailer for M.I.A.’s controversial unreleased documentary before it’s pulled from the internet again. Reblog the shit out of this.
YES YES YES YES
M.I.A. being who she is made it possible for me to be who I am.
M.I.A. refusing to be conflict-free made it possible for me to escape conflict.
M.I.A. living her identity without apology made it possible for me to come to terms with my own identity. All of my own identities.
Never underestimate the importance of this woman’s work.
THIS IS THE POWER OF TRANSFORMATIONAL ARTS. “Where is freedom of speech and where is democracy? If it’s in this country then I want to see it, starting with me!” -M.I.A.