• March 10th, 2025

    Day of the Week 🗓️: Monday 

    Weather 🌡️:  Balmy 66 Degrees

    Moon Phase 🌙 : Waxing Gibbous

    Holiday 🎇: National Mario Day

    On This Day 🗺️:  In 1945, the deadliest air raid in WW2 is set upon Tokyo, killing mostly civilians. 

    Mood Ring Reveal🌈: Hopeful


    Anti-ideology moves fast and vast across the country in the wake of the 2nd Trump era. With more and more becoming disillusioned with left-leaning politics, many are associating free thinking, free speech, and freedom itself with right-leaning politics. The oppressed have now become the oppressors.

    Defending Woman From Gender Ideology Extremism And Restoring Biological Truth To The Federal Government.

    What does the above title do for you? Does it invoke a sense of victory for woman rights? Would you think that the truth is finally being upheld? Could it make you think, “Republicans are protecting the rights of women more than the Democrats ever could.” Carefully placed calls-to-action can generate emotional responses to non-problems. Results ensue. The terms ideology and dogma have become interchangeable. Feminism falls into leftist ideology, and there is no room for individualism. Treating ideology as a religion by the Right while simultaneously becoming the defenders of the modern day “heretics”. I’m pretty sure the president sees himself as the Lord standing up to the Pharisees, at the cost of intellectualism, individualism, humanism, and everything in between.

    When woman denounce feminism, it’s one (or both) of these reasons:

    1. To appeal to men. Think, “I’m not like other girls.”
    2. The view of feminism they have is that of the 4th wave, which was given great exposure by social media.

    The 4th wave of feminism is not perfect by any means, matter fact I criticize it greatly for being sanitized, branded and aesthetically pleasing to those who could care less about the fight and only want a safety net for negligent behavior. When you ask a common woman what is their understanding of feminism, most likely they will refer to popular 4th wave sentiments (girl boss, future is female, my body my choice slogans) or name a popular figure like Susan B. Anthony. You might find a lady who knows their way around a little bell hooks here or there, but if you were to name subjects like Womanism and the contributions of Zora Neale Hurston, **cricket sounds** .

    Maybe because I am a black woman through and through, and maybe because I am a feminist tried and true, the amount of black woman denouncing feminism is disappointing. Feminism was created by white women for white women is a misstatement of facts. Circling back to those good ole words of ideology and individualism, the rushed conclusion into thinking that one set of beliefs fits all undermines the foundations set by the enduring standards brought forth by Ms.Hurston, or Toni Morrison, or bell hooks (I named all writers sorry I’m biased). The goal is that all woman deserve equal standards. Yet, we are going beyond backwards by not allowing ourselves to formulate what a goal signifies to the soul. At one point, I had two thought that feminism wasn’t for me because of all the antithesis content I consumed, but when I put my mind out there in order to let my eyes see for themselves, I learned that all women need feminism. Black women need it the most, for our own safety, survival, and wholeness.


    Written on March 10th, 2025

    And God Created Woman

    -ˋˏ ༻𖤓༺ ˎˊ-

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  • This Too Shall Pass

    My lover and I were discussing at length, each other’s careers. In my case study, librarianship found me, as opposed to me finding it. Since my system is public-facing, there are times when the stress level can get beyond controllable. I find that the post-Covid (some say current) era has bred an underground pandemic of its own. Brain rot. A decrease in mental capacity certainly floods the airwaves. Tolerance levels are at an all time low. A patron may be having a bad day, and take it out on the workers. But, long gone are the days of pushing through the pain, as the server. You now find yourself reflecting back at them, or extreme lengths, abandoning ship entirely. Controllable emotions are now lost on either side.

    Last summer, I experienced a creative renaissance. What became of my life, after the push that sent me over the edge, was nothing short of magnificent. Now looking back, I plead to God “give me those times again”. Low tolerance, which I had even before 2020, sunk into my chest and my head this year. This affects my ability to think, and in turn, write. My way of translating the world into my own words, had slowly began to become lost in translation inside my own rotting corpse concurrently. This year has been a hard one, so was 2020, so was 2016. I guess for me, it comes in 4s. 4 is an unlucky number in a lot of cultures. Better brace myself for 2028. Sometimes, I humor myself, even in the bleakest of ways.

    This Too Shall Pass.


    Syd N’ Sam 

    When my grandma said she had names for her selves 

    For which reminded me of books on the shelves 

    I knew from then on, 

    My mind cannot be quelled 

    When my grandma ask God for Him to take her 

    And died a week later  

    I knew from then on, 

    Words had power 

    When my grandma called for me under anesthetic 

    And told me everything was copacetic 

    I knew from then on, 

    Life may destroy me, but can’t defeat me 

    I just won’t let it.

      


    Poem Written on September 16th, 2024.

    (Slowly but surely getting out of my funk, tortured artist mode deactivate, until we meet again!)

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