A letter to my friends of color, I am sorry. I am sorry for the oppression you face on a daily bases. I am sorry that cowards in masks have committed hideous acts against you. I am sorry that individuals have hatred in their hearts. I am sorry you are racially profiled and stereotyped. I am sorry so many have been brutally murdered. I am sorry you have to constantly fight to be seen, heard and treated as equals. I do not know what this hatred feels like on a personal level, but I want you to know that I love you. I am angered with you. I am weeping with you. I will fight along side you. There's a passage in the Bible that talks about Moses praying over a battle with his hands raised high. His hands and arms grew heavy and eventually he was unable to keep them raised on his own- but his friends were with with him and they came along side Moses and raised raised his hands up for him. I know you are tired. I know your hands have been raised praying for change for years on end. I see you are tired. I see the pain, anger, and sadness in the faces of my friends. But I want you to know I will support you. I will raise up your hands so you can continue to fight the fight. Together we can end this madness. I love you. I see you. You are not alone. But Moses' hands grew weary, so they took a stone and put it under him, and he sat on it, while Aaron and Hur held up his hands, one on one side, and the other on the other side. So his hands were steady until the going down of the sun. Exodus 17:12
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Queen of the night.
Then there's this stunning human being, who doesn't think he's stunning at all. I see you Koltang.
How can I become A and B if I am a cold hard C? How can I twist and alter my body to become the one I am supposed to be?
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Remember when I shaved off all my hair in January? I recall being 16 years old and being asked if I would shave off my hair for a million dollars and I said no. My hair was my security blanket. Bout time to collect- ya feel me?
I just pulled into the sketchiest gas station in Groton to write these thoughts down because I didn't want them to disappear. Life is fragile. I'm learning this more and more every day. I am reminded of this today as I experience the loss of a wonderful woman. I am reminded of this today when my body began trembling with memories of trauma as I drove down a certain road that hundreds of suppressed memories are the father of. Life is fragile. The good. The bad. It all comes from the same damn piece of glass. Be careful. Be mindful. Hug your loved ones. Throw your middle finger up at the people who have made your life shit. Life is fragile.
A shitty photo from a shitty evening. What's new.
Maybe we were made this way Maybe we weren't made And maybe we just got here learning from our mistakes Maybe there are no mistakes Maybe we don't know If you were right what makes it different? If you were wrong would you know the difference? (Noah Gundersen)
Give a girl a little tequila and all of a sudden she's requesting to play trivia and hang out with 8 legged sea creatures. Can't keep up with this one.
Thankful for friends who see me and for beautiful light and shadow.
How long do I have to sit here with this ache in my chest wondering why the hell I even have a chest that can ache to begin with? - The Huffington Post says they have 21 ways to deal with sadness- I read it and realize that all of these cures are simply bandaids on my festering disease. - The first suggestion is to cry. But the only time I cry these days is after I've downed one two many of my favorite mind elixirs and now the thing I thought was a cure is coming back to haunt me replaying trauma ensued upon me from my enemies. - Cry. Just cry, Becky.
Burts Bees pullin through like always.