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truthfully, words fall on deaf ears at this point, i know.
if you’re still willing to vote for a rapist, i know i can’t convince you otherwise wise.
if you’re still willing to vote for a racist, nothing i say will change your mind.
if you still believe that the best option is a felon, i can’t talk to you with you listening.
because the issues run deeper than your knowledge about this election, it’s more an issue based on morality and beliefs.
however, this even cannot pass me without me saying what needs to be said from the heart.
so what’s your thing?
immigration:
hi, me, an illegal immigrant. i can tell you first hand that being in the united states as an illegal immigrant does not come with free benefits. i can tell you that people who trek the dangerous journey of crossing the border do it to better their lives. do it to escape desperation brought to them by their home countries, sure come legally, you might say. what happens when a family is running from persecution and can’t wait 6 months (or longer) for their application to even be looked at? what happens when a father cannot provide for his hungry children on the brink of starvation? how do you sit on your high horse knowing this country was built on immigration. this country still, to this day, immigrants contribute to society and provide millions of tax dollars to social security, a benefit they can’t even receive. as a side note: if you’re threatened by someone coming in without resources, without knowing the language, without american education, i suggest you look inward.
i could go on and on about this topic and please feel free to message me if you would like to keep talking about this one.
abortion??
hey, that sounds like a personal belief to me. not something to force onto others. i’m very familiar with the cristian faith, i know how much you guys believe it’s your duty to “spread the word” but i promise you, politics is not the place. this effects people who don’t believe in your god. it effects women going though epoctic pregnancies, it effects women going through miscarriages, it effects women’s quality of health care. it effects women. period.
if religion is the reason you’re voting red, i urge you to stop and think about how it would be if jesus and trump met.. jesus.. a childless refugee immigrant.
economy?
ok liar. because unless you’re a billionaire you would know that trumps tax cuts are for people not in your tax bracket. trumps tariffs on imported goods would mean that products would be more expensive to the everyday consumer. if you really cared about our current economy you’d know about kamala’s anti inflation bill. so no, you don’t really care about the economy, so next.
it truly saddens me to scroll through my socials and see people i’ve befriended and respected post and share such uninformed views.
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to be good enough
sometimes i think about transitioning my words to substack, making it feel more official. maybe more people would read.
but i know my writing isn't the most grammatically correct. i still find capital letters intimidating.
yet i still have things to say, feelings to write down. sometimes i can't explain how good it feels to get it out.
here's to maybe being on substacks one day.
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this past weekend i entered an auditorium classroom to take an exam
as i looked around at my classroom made up of 99% women, i felt really safe.
then i remembered the Ecole Polytechnique Massacre,
where a man, fueled by hatred for women, entered a classroom with a hunting knife and a rifle. he asked the men to leave the classroom and proceeded to only shoot at the women in the room.
this thought made me feel like i was in the worst possible room to be in.
however after this massacre Canada passed gun control laws, yet i knew that if this were to repeat in my classroom that day, things go on to be the exact same the next.
i know this because if classrooms full of innocent children couldn’t inspire change, in a day and age where women are losing rights, an act of misogynistic terror definitely wouldn’t change anything either.
these were just the silly little thoughts running through my head during a very important and very timed exam.
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i visited my old neighborhood last night.
i strolled through the streets taking in the places i used to run, walk my dog, sit under a tree and read. i dined with old neighbors, who after 3 years of living there, turned into close friendships. i took in all the nostalgia.
yet, something poked at me like a thorn.
2024, being an election year, most homes had political signs on their lawns. 99% of them being bright red, proud, and simultaneously hateful.
after living there for 3 years, i had no idea i was never welcomed. the realization hit me like a ton of bricks and for some reason i was filled with embarrassment. embarrassment at the thought of how naive i had been. of course i knew where my former neighbor with the hidden maga flag in her garage stood this whole time, but i had no clue almost all my neighbors had one hiding inside of them too.
to add insult to injury, at dinner that night the topic of immigration was discussed in a very disapproving manner by everyone else at the table. was i wrong to be hurt by their words when i’ve shared my journey of immigration and citizenship with them before?
so i sit here wondering what now? do i move through life referencing this new found experience? thinking all the certain people i meet are wishing and voting for my oppressor? it’s very much against my nature to think the worst in people but yet that’s always come around to bite me, however is this reality? and i was living in a fantasy world?
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hello tumblr,
i’ve been looking for a place to write. someplace not as serious as substacks, not as unserious as twitter (x), not as forgettable as my notes app, not as vulnerable as physical paper.
it’s funny how life enjoys reminding me how cyclical it can be. almost as cyclical as my real life, tomorrow i return to work in NOVA for the last time. I first started work there October 2021 and i’m scheduled leave the area September 2024, but of course, i wouldn’t really be leaving without returning to the start right before.
and for this i’m grateful. it forces you to look inward and see how much has changed since the first time. in this particular space im able to see (under a different blog, thank god) my past “writing”. i’m able to see how i would only write when under a negative feeling. i wish to not stay in that box this time around, of course visit it, but not stay. with no plan but a full heart always, i look forward to this.
to the void, thank you.
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