AuBree Binta

Novelist. Poet. Essayists. Playwright.

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“You have never truly met me, though we are neighbors. I am just visible enough to be deemed unworthy. My words of Grace met with silence. My acts of Service questioned of sincerity. My wealth of Knowledge deemed disputable. My stout Character, a ruse. There is no deed, or speech, or injustice that could alter your perception. That ignorance is a choice. A marker for your desire of superiority. It keeps you from the possible world, and stains its existence. I, on the other hand, am the creator of my reality. And no amount of unwarranted malice can change what I already know. I was shaped in this image with purpose. And, my resolve is unbreakable.” —AuBree Binta

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It was never easy, but life never is. @barackobama

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Read a very disturbing article yesterday, and the culprit only got 12 years. It’s bullshit. And, since this is relevant and will continue to be relevant until the laws are changed.

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“They say it isn’t possible, For love and success to coexist, That eventually one or the other fades.

They say it isn’t possible, To love after betrayal, That eventually the latter will birth resentment.

They say it isn’t possible, For a love to grow stronger and wiser, That eventually you’ll find yourself content with the known.

Actually, they say a lot of things aren’t possible, Especially when it comes to love, But eventually, you get the chance to prove them wrong.” —AuBree Binta

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“We don’t know her. But, we don’t have to. We’ve been there. In that place. Trapped. Scared. Violated. It’s everlasting consequences. The fear of being alone, The fear of even a familiar touch, The fear of speaking. Be it a whisper or yell or somewhere in between, and, not being Heard. Knowing that whatever you say, Or however you say it will be questioned? The answer to our silence is in that statement. It doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. Doesn’t mean I wanted it. Doesn’t mean that I didn’t fight. Doesn’t mean that I don’t rage beyond my calm exterior. My silence is my protector, My shield against the naysayers. Her voice, Her resolve to speak out. Knowing that her life will be irrevocably changed. When she shatters her own shield. Telling her truth to the benighted masses. Gives the rest of us hope. That one day we too will be brave enough to tell our truths.” —AuBree Binta