What Wanders ~ Yazmin Monet Watkins

I Am Searching For Something...
Join Me For The Journey

From a couple students at the event: “We walked away inspired and empowered to continue our movement for social justice.” *sigh* The days where poetry is involved are always the best. Thanks again for having me Chapman University. @chapmanu #chapman #university #spokenword #inspired #THISiswhyidothis

+  03:14 pm, by jazyyazi


Sonia Sotomayor delivers blistering dissent against affirmative action ban

The Supreme Court upheld Michigan’s ban on affirmative action Tuesday, but not without a blistering dissent from Justice Sonia Sotomayor.

Sotomayor said the decision infringed upon groups’ rights by allowing Michigan voters to change “the basic rules of the political process … in a manner that uniquely disadvantaged racial minorities.”

"In my colleagues’ view, examining the racial impact of legislation only perpetuates racial discrimination," Sotomayor added. “This refusal to accept the stark reality that race matters is regrettable. As members of the judiciary tasked with intervening to carry out the guarantee of equal protection, we ought not sit back and wish away, rather than confront, the racial inequality that exists in our society.”

The court’s 6-2 decision upheld a voter-approved change to the Michigan state Constitution that prevents public colleges from using race as a factor in its admissions. As the AP noted, the ruling provides a boost for other education-related affirmative action bans in California and Washington state.

ABC News pointed out that Sotomayor has been open about the role affirmative action has played in her personal life. In her memoir “My Beloved World,” Sotomayor wrote that it “opened doors” for her.

"But one thing has not changed: to doubt the worth of minority students’ achievement when they succeed is really only to present another face of the prejudice that would deny them a chance even to try," she wrote.

Read Sotomayor’s full dissent here.

+  11:07 am, reblogged by jazyyazi1925


Stereotype Me Day: Hosted by Sustained Dialogue (at Dickinson College)

Love this!

+  11:06 am, reblogged by jazyyazi2

See you soon @chapmanu #poetry #spokenword #chapmanuniversity #queerstudentalliance #QSA #SGA #lgbt #queer #bi #pridemonth

+  06:07 pm, by jazyyazi

Table read for @MaroonColony. My character Yazmin (how fitting lol), is described as follows: “Yaz is so L.A. New Age, the kind that rolls joints and yoga mats. Her mom is white, so sometimes she does shit like wash her hair every day, but she’s my girl so I overlook that.” Lmao. #webseries #tmc #marooncolony #comingsoon

+  10:54 pm, by jazyyazi

I feel like I speak with a borrowed tongue
In the language of an oppressor
English does not feel like a place to call home.


I imagine all the possible dialects I could have come from
And try on creole? try on Yoruba?  
Like a young girl in her mother’s clothes
Too big, too complicated
More fabric weaved in to all my flags 
Than I know what to do with.
I don’t fully understand why


English feels like a foreign language
When this is all I know of nation:
My race my class my gender my sexuality 

All reminders of why I am more second class 

Than citizen 
Born in a country where my children 

are not safe from unjust laws 

with infrastructures built to oppress 
Feeling anything but 

I wear this red, white & blue with trepidation
A wary outsider within
A complicated history 
Whispers of forgotten stories

And lack of representation
More question mark
Than origin tale


I know nowhere is perfect.
But all I’ve got for background
Is my grandparent’s light skin 

Gene expressing in my own

From the South without much collective memory
Our family tree has no crest.

No tidy explanation of our generations 

Just blank empty roots dangling in our family tree:

Who was my grandmother’s mother 

and the mothers’ mothers before them?

What branch were they plucked from?

What languages did they leave back home?

Where did they learn to speak?

[Sorry (not sorry) plantation ain’t good enough]
I wonder what my voice would sound like 
Without the erasure
Without the colonization


Sometimes I dream of
Flying places
Even my ancestors do not remember

A space where our true song and dance

Drums deep in our speech pattern

The floral rhythm of rolling r’s
Full of mango and spice 

I am an orphan 
Robbed from a dialect
I will never get to move in to
I wish I knew where my blood comes from.

Perhaps that is why there is such an irresistible urge to travel

Wander lusting in my bones

Always searching for some place 

To call home.

+  05:21 pm, by jazyyazi4

There are some poems that leave such a huge impact on your spirit and “With Lorenzo at the center of the universe el Zócalo Mexico City” was one of those poems. I just met Sandra Cisneros (!!!!) and had the pleasure of connecting for a brief moment to share that her poetry saved me at one point in my life. This was her reaction. This is an excerpt from that poem:
“but i thought for a moment, i really did,
that a kiss could be a universe.
or sex. or love, that old shoe. see.
still hopeless. still writing poems
for pretty men. half of me alive
again. the other shouting from the sidelines,
sit down, clown.

ah, lorenzo, i’m a fool.
eternity or bust. that’s how it is with me.
even if eternity is simply one kiss,
one night, one moment. and if love isn’t
eternal, what’s the point?”
#poetry #labookfest #bookchella #nationalpoetrymonth #love #sandracisneros #readthewholepoem #medicine (at Los Angeles Times Festival Of Books)

+  06:05 pm, by jazyyazi3

Posse love in the building! Thanks so much for coming out to support @glendagrrrrr and Judith (yudith)! Shout out to the mothers of la Ciudad Jaurez, and the other incredible visual artists as well, what a powerful exhibit. Thank you for welcoming me in to your space @rockrosegallery. I so loved sharing my poems with you all. #WORD! #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #highlandpark #posse #posselove (at Rock Rose Gallery and Studio)

+  11:13 pm, by jazyyazi2

08.30 “La Sirene (After Watching Blue Is The Warmest Color & visiting a Haitian Voodoo flag exhibit)”
She speaks
In ocean
La Sirene
In her bones
First love
Taboo tangled
What confusion
No choice
but to grab a hold.
She brings me music
Has me singing
“Mistress de oseyan,
manman nan lanme’ a”
Magick miracle
Sun shining
Behind our kisses
I am altar
She is shrine
Light blue candle
in a crystal bowl
She be light house
I, shipwrecked treasure
Floating diamonds and champagne.
Oysters on the half shell
(She says she likes the way they taste)
Coral and pearl
I bathe me in her honey drop
Sea salt and condensed milk
Dripping down my walls
Azul flowers in white basin
Poured slowly over body
I am rushing river
rippling to her doorstep.
Tonight we worship
The tug and stretch
The grasp and grab
She is mermaid, she is healing
Ensnares my moon with all her tide
Voodou witchcraft
Beloved goddess
Yemaya in different tongue
Ruling hypnotherapy
in my dreams
She sees secrets
Holds them closely
As near as she does me.
Her ocean pulls me under
And I willingly dive.
“La Siren, La Balen
Chapo’m tonbe nan la me.
The Mermaid, The Whale
My hat fell in to the sea.

07:29 pm, by jazyyazi1
For it is not the anger of Black women which is dripping down over this globe like a diseased liquid. It is not my anger that launches rockets, spends over sixty thousand dollars a second on missiles and other agents of war and death, pushes opera singers off rooftops, slaughters children in cities, stockpiles nerve gas and chemical bombs, sodomizes our daughters and our earth. It is not the anger of Black women which corrodes into blind, dehumanizing power, bent upon the annihilation of us all unless we meet it with what we have, our power to examine and to redefine the terms upon which we will live and work; our power to envision and to reconstruct, anger by painful anger, stone upon heavy stone, a future of pollinating difference and the earth to support our choices.
Audre Lorde, “The Uses of Anger” (via so-treu)

Oh audre

06:08 pm, reblogged by jazyyazi1097







"When I got my first cat, it changed me. There is something about holding a cat that makes your anger melt away. And if someone does something that upsets me—I have to remember my cat. I can’t keep my cat if I get into trouble.”

"I asked if Major Cabanaw had concerns for the safety of the cats. “Of course, we always want to ensure the safety of the cats, and the staff is great about keeping an eye out for them. But mostly, it’s the offenders keeping them safe. I have never once seen an offender kill his own cat. We screen them to be sure they have no history of animal abuse. But I’ll tell you this, there was a guy killed in here because he had spit soda pop onto someone else’s cat.”"


I watched a documentary on how animal therapy really helps rehabilitate prisoners, and I can’t remember what it was called now. But anyways it’s amazing the way animals can help restore empathy and reverse anger. 

Until you somone fucks with that persons animal then they get this rage that can only be quenched with that persons blood

06:05 pm, reblogged by jazyyazi115548