Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Only if.

When it is my time, I’d choose to preach to all of my American sisters and brothers. To say this:

“In this country. The one below our tiny toes. There are millions waiting to be detangled from the prejudice system of government that our founding fathers built. The government officials now defeat the purpose of what this country meant to be. The land that ALL men and women seek to live in. Not just one race. If I were to run for this title, I’d make promises to do the best that I can for those who are victimised by our own country who promised to keep them safe. To make them comfortable in their own skin. A country that they can benefit from. Doesn’t matter who. Black, White, Muslim, Latino, Gay, Lesbian, Transgender, e.t.c. My purpose as a civilized person is to reach out with the palms of my hands to those who’ve suffered for too damn long. To give my oppressed brothers and sister a country they deserved since that very day they were born. To give each child in America hope that one day they will actually become what they want without being stereotyped down to the core.  To give anyone reason to live, that this country will actually move on to be better. That society will learn to accept that we all believe in different concepts. We all can agree that we can relate to is that the color of our blood is red. That we all want die knowing that we did everything possible for our next generation to carry on our legacy. We have more in common despite how we were raised. All of us want to be successful. So why do we choose to rip each other to pieces instead of building each other up? There is no competition with each other. The only competition is the time that we are wasting bullying one another.
No more wars. We must fix the domestic terrorism going on in our home before we can fix anything else.  When has a president decided to really focus on education before war? When did our past presidents spend more money on education than weapons? Don’t expect to defeat your opponent when you can't even defeat the negativity going on within your team…”

But you know what? A speech like this would work only if America was ready to vote for a Hispanic Woman in office.

-AzĂșcar Mind

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Lonely Woman by Faith Smith


DEAR SOCIETY,                                           
SOMETIMES I SLEEP ALONE, AND NO, NOT PHYSICALLY. SOMEONE IS ALWAYS BESIDE ME, BUT MENTALLY, I BLOW WITH THE WIND. I GET LOST, I FEEL USELESS. I FEEL I’M NOT GOOD ENOUGH. I CAVE INTO THE EXPECTATIONS OF A WOMAN: WHAT THEY SHOULD LOOK LIKE, HOW THEY SHOULD TALK, HOW THEY SHOULD WALK. I DON’T BELONG, OR AT LEAST THAT’S WHAT I THINK. EVERYONE MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I SHOULDN’T BE A BREATHING CREATURE ON THIS EARTH. LIKE I SHOULDN’T BE A PART OF HUMAN SOCIETY. LIKE I SHOULDN’T BE AN IDEA IN SOMEONE’S MIND. LIKE I’M THE UGLIEST PERSON IN THE WORLD. I’M A JOKE, SOMEONE WHO DOESN’T FEEL THE MEANS OF EARNING RESPECT. I LOVE TO SMILE AND LAUGH, BUT I’M FILLED WITH SO MUCH NEGATIVITY BECAUSE OF WHAT OTHERS CHOOSE TO DO TO ME. THEN AGAIN, IT’S NOT THEIR FAULT. IT’S NO ONE’S FAULT BUT MY OWN. I CHOOSE TO BE A QUIET PERSON. I CHOOSE TO BE NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, AND I GET STONES CASTED AT ME BECAUSE I CHOOSE TO BE THIS WAY.
IF I TELL YOU MY HAPPINESS WAS STOLEN FROM ME, I WOULD BE LYING. I GAVE IT AWAY. I LET EVERYONE TAKE MY JOY AWAY. I LET EVERYONE STUMP MY HEART IN THE GROUND, BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY…I DROVE AWAY PEOPLE WHO’S ALWAYS BEEN THERE FOR ME BECAUSE OF ALL THE HURT OTHERS OUTSIDE OF THEM HAVE CAUSED. I’M ANGRY, WHICH MAKES ME BECOME A LONELY WOMAN. I DRIVE EVERYONE AWAY BECAUSE I THINK EVERYONE IS ALL THE SAME. THEY ALL EXPECT ME TO BE “PERFECT” LIKE SOCIETY SAYS. THEY ALL EXPECT ME TO BE LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. THEY ALL WILL SOMEDAY HURT ME IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE. THEY ALL WILL LEAVE ME LIKE SO MANY OTHERS HAVE…THEY ALL WILL MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I DON’T HAVE A PLACE ON EARTH. LIKE I DON’T HAVE A SAY IN THIS WORLD. LIKE I SHOULDN’T HAVE AN OPPORTUNITY TO HAVE THE BREATH OF LIFE. LIKE I SHOULD DIE.
I HATE WAKING UP IN THE MORNINGS, BECAUSE I KNOW I’M AWAKE. I KNOW I’M NOT NUMB FROM THE PAIN. I KNOW I’M NOT ABLE TO STOP ALL THE DESTRUCTION THAT’LL SOON COME MY WAY. I ALSO HATE FALLING ASLEEP, BECAUSE I KNOW I WON’T STAY ASLEEP. I WANT TO DROWN IN MY OWN THOUGHTS. I WANT MY EMOTIONS TO CHOKE ME IN DESPAIR. I WANT TO SEE BLACKNESS IN THE CLEAR BLUE SKY. I WANT TO DECEASE MY PHYSICAL BEING ON HOLY GROUND AND RUN AWAY FROM ALL HUMAN KIND. I WANT TO BE GONE, BECAUSE I AM A LONELY WOMAN, AND LONELY WOMEN, BY SOCIETY, DON’T DESERVE TO LIVE.
SINCERELY,

LONELY WOMAN

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Untitled by Endeah Huey

I know what the problem is, she is congested. Sick with the flu, with aches and pains demolishing every blood cell that is set to fight for her. They are doomed because of her thrill to touch. They are doomed because her finger tips danced along the brim of every indulgence. She lived in the moment. No mere future or past could interpret her  captured moment. That is how her blood cells were doomed. The day when she lived in the moment and died.
But the moment was not hers. The moment did not belong to her. The moment was not meant for her. It was not meant for her the second she couldn't breath. The very second she could taste the vile and feel it in between her legs. It seemed as though it was everything she had dreamed about every night. With a teddy bear to cuddle with and a pillow to clutch on to. To her It was more than just a dream because it was meant to be lived.
So, there she was, with her moment, but never thought about what happens next,
What to do.... next. Next is such a scary word for someone who doesn't know what that means for them. It's so scary because it's an aggressive attack on the moment. It unveils everything she was comfortable with knowing. It uncovers everything she knows until she knows nothing at all. 
She lives with the flu, but something  phenomenal happens, 
The flu isn't the flu anymore, but it instead becomes encrypted into the vessels of her consciousness. It is a reminder of that moment, it will continue to live in her consciousness until her moment, is actually fulfilled.
But that is what made her, someone else. She died when she discovered that the moment, did not belong to her. It died once she realized that everyone is armed with moments and they utilize these moments to kill one another and also themselves.

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

I am not Sorry by Kaylia Walker

I am not sorry...
I will not apologize for my sex.
I will not feel sorry for myself that I am looked down upon.
I will not give anyone the satisfaction of seeing me frown because I am not who they think I am.
I will not live up to the worlds low expectations of the women society because of their fear that I will overcome.
Instead I will prove them all wrong.
You look and see a woman whose most difficult job in life is fixing a man meals.
I look and I see a woman whose most difficult job in life is being whatever she puts her mind to.
You will not bring me down, for I am a strong independent woman regardless of what anyone says.
I am and unapologetic woman, and I am not sorry for being a woman not now, not ever.

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

She was asking for it by Gabrielle Gousman

She was asking for it,
Who told you to wear those short shorts?
That tight skirt?
Who told you to show all that skin?

She was asking for it,
How dare her tell me no?
Like she’s too good for me.
Wicked temptress, A modern day Eve.

She was asking for it,
She was into it,
She did it with all the others,
Whores can’t say no.

She asked for it, I’ve done nothing wrong.
I just showed her what she’s meant for.

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Strangling the Neck of Freedom by Faith Smith

“No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background or his religion. People learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.” -Nelson Mandela

On July 5th, 2016, Alton Sterling was gunned down by two white Baton Rouge police
officers in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. He was an innocent Black man standing on the corner
selling CDs, even being known as the “CD man.” The police were not put away in jail. On
February 26th, 2012, Trayvon Martin was killed by George Zimmerman, who claimed to had “felt threatened,” by Martin, who was unarmed. Zimmerman served a short sentence and was released from jail, when a murder sentence is at least ten years. Sandra Bland died in her jail cell and authorities claimed she “hung herself” in protest to her arrest. The list continues to go on and on with all our Black men and women being killed at the expense of a White man’s hands or the hands of authority. The repetitive excuse for these deaths is that the officers felt “threatened.” How can you be threatened by someone who is unarmed? How can you kill an innocent life just to kill? I feel like there is a mission going on, and that mission is to make the minority population become extinct. People celebrated Thanksgiving and paid their homage of thanks to their families, however what about all those who are locked away in prison? George Zimmerman killed a young high school boy and he only serve a short sentence and was quickly released from jail. However, Bernard Noble had to serve 13 years in prison over a marijuana charge. I think that this is a way to just keep minorities from ever prospering in this world like the rich White men and women are. They don’t want us to be on their level because, in my opinion, I feel they are afraid. The Black man and woman are so powerful. Our president of the United States before Donald Trump was President Barack Obama who served not one, but two terms in the White House. We have the power to run this world, and that makes a White man that is on the same
status fearful.

They are straining our necks of our freedom. We are human beings. We don’t deserve to
be treated as though we don’t belong here, because we do. We matter. Our lives matter just as much as the next person’s does. Just because we don’t share the same skin color as everyone else doesn’t mean we’re all not equal. We deserve to live the life we want, not get it taken away just because of how someone chooses to “feel.”

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

A letter to my girls

Dear Nasty Women,

I want to take international woman's day as an opportunity to thank you. Your art, ideas,and everything about you is amazing. I also want to share some things I know to be true about you so that you can read this if you ever need a reminder.  
Firstly,do you even know how cool you are? Right now you may think you are just 6 girls in your teacher's room after school writing, talking, and goofing around. But, you are so incredibly cool. You are sharing your thoughts with the world, and talking about things that matter. That is the coolest. Never listen to anyone who tells you differently. They do not know the magic of art, ideas, and girls who have fire in their souls to make this world more loving. 
There are two reasons why older people say that children are the future. 1. It is most literally true; generations will die and newer generations will replace them. 2. The youth are the only ones still imaginative enough to believe that changing the world is possible. Without your ideas there is no future (at least one worth living in). Never loose that youthful ambition, doing so will make you jaded and give you wrinkles.  I totally still believe changing the world is possible (that's why I have no wrinkles), and I know for a fact that each of you are going to create that change. People will call you a dreamer or naive, take it as a compliment and ignore them.
That might feel like pressure, and being brilliant and creative is a burden. However, never forget that by just being you, you are changing the world for the better every day.  As women society loves to put the weight of the world on our shoulders and when we fail, we feel like we failed everyone. You did not. Just by trying you are 100% better than the man who did not even attempt it. All the pressure can compress you and make you hard to the people and the system. Fight that pressure with love. After all, loving is the most rebellious act. The world is so afraid of what a woman could do with the power of genuine self-love  that it has tricked us into believing we aren't worth loving and that loving is a sign of weakness. Love yourself. Love others. Love who you please. Love this world and the people in it enough to protect what is sacred and fight for what is right. 

I think you are persistent, strong, smart, and everything I want my future daughter to be. I am proud to teach you, and honored to carry this world with you. 

With love,
Ms. Nicholson