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BLACK LIVES MATTER
It’s been a week since that egregious incident took place and I still don’t have the words to explain my thoughts on the situation. What I only have are the emotions that I’ve been struggling to deal. Anger, frustration, sadness, sympathy, and fear, all heightened to the nth degree.
Eight minutes and forty-six seconds
That was how long it took for George Floyd to slowly succumb to an abhorrent death. In my quiet moments my mind goes back to that video. I can still hear his cries for help, I can vividly see the officer’s knee pressed down on his neck as the other officers stood idly by; it’s just all too surreal. I get angry and frustrated but I eventually break down and cry, it has become a pattern as of recent. As traumatic as it is for me to be reminded of those moments constantly, I can only imagine how difficult it must be for his family to deal with it.
This incident is still very fresh and we’re all going through the motions of it all. As a Black woman I am urging all of you to be more delicate in your approach in dissecting this issue. It’s not easy for all of us to act swiftly and boldly after watching an innocent Black man die in front of our eyes but regardless we shouldn’t be complacent about it either. Find the smallest, but most effective, ways to contribute to the cause. Believe me, your effort will be very much appreciated.
I’m listening. I’m learning. I stand with you.
“All Lives Matter”
Well duh. That should be a given. All lives matter. But if all lives matter then we shouldn’t be having to fight to save the black ones. When we say “Black lives matter” we’re not saying other lives don’t matter. We’re saying “ black lives matter” because there are still people out there who do not agree with this statement. So today, yesterday, tomorrow, and forever I stand. Even though I will never understand, I stand because black lives matter.
This is important and I needed to share this all with you. ✊🏻✊🏼✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿
#blackouttuesday
A writer is given the chance to magically enter the world of one of his stories. Things get out of hand when his characters find out that he created their reality and start demanding that he change the plot points.
Medusa is a lesbian. One day, you, a young blind woman, accidentally walks into her cave.
One day, you’re driving along with a parent. As you pass a graveyard, they tell you jokingly “Hold your breath, you don’t want any spirits gettin’ in ya!” You roll your eyes and breathe normally, at least until you feel an odd tingling in your lungs. Immediately after, you hear a voice in your head. “Thanks kid, I was getting bored in my grave.”
A time traveler goes to the past to change the course of history. When they get there they realize the history books were wrong.
Diverse and interesting characters are key to a memorable story. Use these points as a base for your character and throw them into any plot you want.
i made this instead of writing
im reblogging this instead of writing
I am plain
I am ordinary
I am unique like everyone else
I must confess
I am such a hopeless romantic.
Your father is forcing you to marry someone you have never met. The night before your wedding you tie your sheets together and make your escape through the window. Half way down you make eye contact with someone doing the exact same thing a few windows over.
“Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.”