After the creation and digital release of some songs that I wrote in a couple of days, other questions started popping into my mind that I had not written but did constantly think about, especially during this worldwide emergency and isolation and no contact with others, but a 24/7 contact with ourselves. In that encounter that I had with my isolated and obscure self, I considered, and am still considering, a million things, many of them are self-destructive, others are pure reconstruction that is hardly and slowly happening. Relations with the body, empowerment, music, punk, politics, social actions, empathy towards others, empathy towards ourselves, fake self-love and fake freedom that the internet made (make) us believe in. And I also surely have some other shitty poetry, the one I occasionally write in aarewethereyet.blogspot.com
Empowerment, self-love, feminism. It all turned insto a digital marketing gun so quickly that we didn’t even notice. Or we did. Today, it lacks of essence. Today, empowerment through social media turned into showing nakedness, anyhow, anywhere. And it is ok. ‘Cause us, women, have been sexualized for so long, that it is ok to show ourselves eating pizza, naked, whatever. But I ask myselg, do we do it for empowermente or for validation and likes and positive comments from others?
This is something I even ask myself when I post a selfie. Because sometimes I hate myself so much I believe if I felt cute in one of the million selfies I took is so superficial that I hate it. That superficial shit created by society in my mind starts a fight after I decided to post a selfie on my personal media. What kind of chip did they introduce on our brains so we question our own beauty? What kind of regimen do we need to follow to like ourselves?‌
…And even worse, what did they impose on how we should be and
DON’T NEED YOU! bikini kill Don't need you to say we're cute Don't need you to say we're alright Don't need your protection Don't need no kiss goodnight Don't need you don't need you Us girls don't need you Don't need you to say we're good Don't need you to tell us we suck Don't need your atti-fuckin-tude boy Don't need your dick to fuck Does it scare you that we don't need you? Does it scare you boy that we don't need you? Don't need you don't need you Us punk rock whores don't need you
Sometimes I just wanna escape from myself. Don’t exist. Die in loneliness. As I always lived. Never been told I love you and that is something that destroys me. I don’t know why. And I don’t wanna know. Feminism saves me. But I can’t help killing me.
Always the looks of the others. Hegemonic bodies and nudity as the flag of feminism flood the internet. I sink into an ocean of hatred for myself and always forget how to swim. And get afloat. And escape.
Mouthful and ig bios full of words of sorority, resilience, empathy and vegan for the animals, hopeless romantic but you’re empty people, do not recognize your mistakes, do not know how to ask for forgiveness or how to forgive. Narcissistics rotting inside.
PUNK
Punk ain’t no religion cult Punk means thinking for yourself You ain’t hardcore when you spike your hair
dead kennedys
When a jock still lives inside your head
NAZI PUNKS FUCK OFF Music saves us, Punk and riot grrrl movement saves us, with that freedom and that anti.system thing. Art saves us. Even when I wanna die most of the time, at the end of the day I survive. Do you feel the same?
Today there was a debate about the trans labor space in my city. Small city in the province of Buenos Aires. Small city. Small minded. It was unanimously approved. I celebrate. It is a giant step. I celebrate. I cry with emotion reading it with my phone on my hand. Do we all know what empathy is? Because I think you failed it and never passed it.
antipunk.bandcamp.com
In hell The chaos My mind Me The urge to destroy Myself They way they destroyed Me (…)
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A crescent wind from afar Impuissant attempt to feel A moon in the darkest daylight Still don’t know if I’ll survive Troublous thoughts and self Darkened mind and heart Isolation, loneliness, despair But I don’t need anyone...
ANTI EVERYTHING THAT CAUSE DESTRUCTION. ANTI EVERYTHING WE DESTROY. ANTI ALL OF WHAT IS IMPOSED. ANTI THAT NEW MARKETING OF SHOWING NAKEDNESS AS THE TRUEST WAY OF EMPOWERMENT AND FREEDOM AND SELF-LOVE, OF SHOWING WHAT OTHERS WANT TO CONSUME, HEGEMONIC OR NOT. DO WE WANT MORE LIKES? DO WE WANT MORE COMMENTS OF APPROVAL? DO WE WANT TO HAVE MORE CHANCES TO GET LAID? THROUGH THAT ONLY WAY THE INTERNET SHOWS US? REVOLUTION THE WWW. USE THE TOOL OF REVOLUTION! WE ARE FREE TO SHOW OURSELVES AS WE WANT TO BUT DON0T FORGET THERE ARE MANY WAYS TO EMPOWERMENT, TO FEMINISM, TO MAKE DIVERSITY GO VIRAL, ON THE INTERNET BUT, MORE IMPORTANT, IN REAL LIFE!
ANTI
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