#politics and prose

[tea-tuesday]

currently doing peachtober for the first time in my hobonichi 5-year🍑 !! i've never been much of an artist but this is my best attempt.. i haven't done today's entry yet but yesterday, i went into the city to trim my bangs and explore union market 📚☕️

[baby-girl-aaron-dessner]

A poem written by Marcellus Williams about Palestine.

Despite DNA evidence proving his innocence, he was executed on September 24, 2024.

[milf--adjacent]

I hate how the single guardian interviewed for this segment lays out both the real problem and the solution, and yet Top Cop Kamala Harris insists that threatening poor parents with legal prosecution is the real solution.

Kids aren't truant because their parents don't care or are bad, they're truant because they literally can't get to school on time because of an utter lack of public transportation. Kamala Harris would run this country the same way she "served" California, by blaming individuals for systemic issues while making other systemic issues worse.

[cryinginmelodrama]

i hope the women know that they can be angry and optimistic both. i hope they know that joy is militant and political too. please keep your spirits up and cheer up one another. they view us as one dimensional but we are not. we will hurt, cry, scream but also smile and laugh. we should remember that. today i saw girls younger than me hurting and hopeless and it broke my heart. they should not be able to snatch our faith. we should remember that the anger rooted in revenge dissipates over time and it'll be another one time story. we need joy we need faith we need perseverance. as this is not a revenge fight it's a moral and ideological battle that has to last generations. we might not see the end of it but hopefully the girls in the future will.

[shisasan]

Summer, 1966 The Diary of Anais Nin 1966-1974 [volume 7]

[fumifooms]

"It was something I could fix" Sevika Jinx brotp sooo real i need this i need them I need the "I’m gonna exterminate the family i have left" to include Sevika because of an accident during battle I want the girl Sevika always called a jinx to jinx her and for her to not even be mad, just tough as nails with even tougher love even in her dying breath.

[sanddollarpoems]

The truth is, I started in a very different place than I am now. Perhaps I am the evidence of evolution, that a person can go from one side to the other in a matter of years. I have family and friends who still think the same way. They echo the same hurtful words. They babble the same disrespectful slogans.

Last week, while feeling scared, disappointed, and emotionally bruised, I had to explain why people like me felt like I did. I had to be the adult, take the slander, and share about why people like me who didn't agree, people who feared for their rights as a human, were angry and sad and upset.

To be fair, I grew up on the other side. I grew up listening to my dad rage against the "flaming liberals" and the "fema-nat-zees," listening to Rush Limbaugh, and conservative talk radio. And as I grew up, the information I was fed was consistent. I was surrounded by people of like minds, and it was very easy to agree. No one challenged me. No one asked me WHY I thought what I did. No one pointed out my racism, my hurtful words, or my prejudice.

I got married young to a man who enjoyed telling me how to think and what to believe. And perhaps that's when I started feeling the cracks in my belief system. I started having my own thoughts, secretly, of course. I started struggling with the things that didn't add up.

It's so easy to pick someone's motives if you don't know that person. It's so easy to "other" them if they don't fit into your tiny understanding of the world. But God has a sense of humor. He gave me a double dose of empathy and compassion. I started meeting people, and they didn't fit into my categories. I started meeting people who I couldn't make sense of. I started meeting people who I had been taught to hate. But I didn't hate them. They were just people who hoped, and loved, and lived just like me. In fact, I started seeing they were all just like me.

And then, I became the "other." With my divorce, 90% of the people I had called friends, left me. My church, who had been like a family to me, left me. I was the sinner. I was the outcast. And because I was a victim of abuse, I had been talked out of asking for child support, even though he made over three times what I did. Now, I was also the woman standing in line at the grocery store, using my EBT "food stamps." I was a "leech on society," as my dad would say.

Remember how I said God has a great sense of humor? Well, guess who were the ones to come around me and support me and love me and lift me up? That's right. It was the people who I used to "other." It was the single mom's, the LGBTQ, the "flaming liberals," the atheists, the women of color...

For the first time in my life, there was no judgment, just kindness. There were no impossible standards, no mistreatment for being different, no more expectations to conform. There was freedom.

I have since come to a place where all those things my dad used to insult people with are now true of me. And this past week, as my friend was talking about the "woke morons," I gently told her that I'm one of those.

The truth is, we're all just people. We all want safety and well-being for ourselves and our families. A lot of us want that for our communities, and some even want it for the world. Most of the people I've met on both sides are generally good-hearted people. We all have been taught to say hurtful things, to believe hurtful things, and sometimes to even do hurtful things to "others." But I believe that for most people, these are learned behaviors.

My dad used to quote the Bible and say, "believing that there's good in people is a lie. Everyone is evil if they're not a Christian." These days, I believe God made humans in his own image. And having kindness and love are the traits that everyone has inherited from him. These are the things I have seen in others. And so I continue to believe that everyone has the ability for great kindness, and if we all exercised that kindness more readily, this world will not be such a scary place for any of us. Even if we don't all agree on the politics.

[abeerelnajar1]

🙏Please don't skip me

I am a mother of seven children. To you, they may just be names: three are married, and then there’s Alaa, Mahmoud, Mohammed, and little Toleen. But to me, they are my entire life, the light of my eyes. I have dedicated every part of myself to raise them, to teach them, so they would grow up to be educated, kind, and contributing members of our community here in Gaza.

But now, the dreams I held for them—dreams built with so much hope and sacrifice—are fading before my eyes. The war has stripped them of every opportunity, leaving them without work, without hope, and most importantly, without stability or safety.

My life’s work and all my efforts lie in ruins. Now, we live in a small tent no larger than five meters, where eight of us are crowded together, clinging to one another in the hope of finding safety.

My husband, Ahmed, who suffers from a heart condition and back pain, needs a comfortable bed, but war does not distinguish between the weak and the sick. Every night, he struggles to find relief on the hard ground.

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[realidadposts]

[sstargrllll]

You my love,

are immortal in my heart.

[zaronxyz]

Why must I be forced to write the ghost trio singing at the same time.... how do i even do that... damn you Mr jalapeño.... and damn musical formats making it hard to translate into prose....

[the-mountain-flower]

A Villain Dies by The Mountain Flower

A villain dies.

His death won’t be mourned. His funeral will be empty, those who showed up for the first few minutes will be gone before anyone would have gone up to speak. And no one speaks.

His coffin is left behind, forgotten and abandoned. The most expensive box to rot in.

The building his funeral would have taken place in, is left empty for years. Rumors tell of the body of a truly odious man that resides there, until brave exorcists of many different religions clear the place of leftover evil. The building is demolished. It is replaced with a homeless shelter.

When his soul faced its final judgement, no one spoke up in his favor. The being who manages his afterlife scours every spirit realm in search of anyone to do so, but finds no one. They even search the living world, but all of his supposed allies are too busy. They’re too busy trying to take his place. Too busy taking advantage of the opportunity his death gave them. Too busy grabbing power. Now that he’s dead, he’s of no use to them anymore.

But they do find those who speak against him. Tens, hundreds, thousands. The dead alone give too many grievances than any mortal could comprehend.

The being in charge of his afterlife understands what he has done. And it’s their job to give him what he deserves.

His death doesn’t mean his evil is gone. There are more of his kind still in the living world.

But his death means he will recieve justice. He will experience all of the suffering he caused, for all of eternity.

He claimed to be Christian.

Accordingly, he will burn in Hell.

[literary-lesbianism]

Collective

When I was a kid in school,

I was taught that morality is objective.

My teachers were quite wrong,

as I quickly learned;

how else can people behave so monstrously?

But, still, I somehow actually believed

that enough of us could agree

that we could make a difference.

I thought morality was collective,

but I was quite wrong.

[humanconditionpoetry]

Loss - US Election 2024

Hello Everyone, if you have been following the US Elections, then you know that it was quite a shock and we all are still trying to digest the results.

With that said, I hope everyone is doing okay and note that it is okay to be sad. It is okay to grieve. You know, I am currently feeling awful and wanted to cry this morning. It is okay, acknowledge what you are feeling.

The way that I acknowledge my feelings is often through poetry writing. So here is a poem I just came up with today and finished just now. Please let me know your thoughts on this piece.

T.W/Tags: This Poem deals with the US Election 2024 - If this is still a trigger for you, please read at your risk.

Again T.W/Tags for US Election 2024 Results!

[clearancecreedwatersurvival]

I’m sorry your probably still up, I’m sorry you’re probably suffering and scared right now, but thank you for posting. Thank you for not giving into doom. Thank you for putting a little more love and hope and reminders to hold onto your community and survive into the world right now. I really appreciate it as someone who can’t sleep tonight. I hope you rest well and survive, even if it is mother fucking impossible thrive in these conditions. Sending you a guttural field to scream in together rn.

This is a very sweet message, thank you for sending it. And I hope you’re also able to find some peace tonight. Admittedly, I think I’m doing significantly better than many people right now, and to some extent I’m only as calm as I am right now because I very intentionally stayed out of the mire for most of the day. Instead, I read some stories that made me smile, and doodled some of the remaining fall colors, and later took a walk while the first snow of the season was falling, beautiful massive flakes coating the trees. I’m looking forward to drinking some warm beverages tomorrow while the snow keeps falling and getting to talk to my therapist. A blue jay came to my bird feeder this morning for the first time in a while, and perhaps tomorrow they will come again.

A couple hours ago I got the chance to video call a beloved friend who I haven’t talked to in a while, and it was really grounding to just catch up with someone I care about in the midst of all this. No better time to phone a friend and share the burden than the middle of a sleepless night.

I��ve spent a lot of time recently appreciating the resilience of my local riparian ecosystem. I live in the suburbs, but even in the middle of this heavily human altered environment, life still flourishes. Just this year I’ve seen owls and muskrats and turtles and cranes and raccoons and hawks and a very adorable juvenile skunk. I think when the storm is gone I will once again go out to pick up trash around the creek and do my part to help this little ecosystem thrive.

I think for anyone who is struggling right now or tomorrow or any of the days after, the best thing to do always, is to find someone to help. Yesterday (or the day before yesterday at this point I suppose), I helped one of my neighbors get through the aftermath of a domestic violence incident and find somewhere safe for her and her kid to go. Being able to provide support for someone who needed it in such a tangible way was really nice, and I know I can always look forward to finding more opportunities to help the people around me.

That’s what’s most important right now, I think. Helping your neighbors whenever you can, holding space with your loved ones to cry and laugh together, and doing something practical and tangible like cleaning up the trash by a creek.

[meinthefartsmella]

Marcellus Williams was murdered tonight. Remember his name. Remember his face. Say his name. Share his face everywhere.

Remember the names and the faces of the governor and "justice" system pigs that killed him.

Know your privilege.