Migrane
This song is all about Covid and specifically racism. I think it’s a huge problem in our society and we need to spend more time fighting for our rights together rather then tear each other apart! Please take these lyrics to heart.
The first time I visited a DNA testing website
23 and me Here’s an idea: a little bit of my spit will determine what language I could be speaking, what food I should be eating, what box I will be ticking. I have:Borders pre-coded into my skin, I have passportstattooed into the marrow of my bones, I have ancestral whispers twisted into the drumbeat of my heart, stories and smells and soundspassed down in skin cells, from warriorswhose bodie...
The Age of the Pandemics
In my world, bodies are falling to the ground every day.
Whether they be the ravaged remains left by the virus or the silenced victims of police brutality.
And here I stand. A seventeen year old girl feeling so utterly small as her world burns and quivers, coughs and shakes around her.
You see, when the coronavirus circulated the planet and infected our bodies and our lifestyles, we were terr...
HOW TO MAKE LIFESTYLE CHANGES TO CONTINUOUSLY SUPPORTING THE BLACK LIVES MATTER MOVEMENT☆
No words could ever express how POC [people of colour] felt witnessing the death of George Floyd and several other black individuals before him. Not only were they affected as a single race, George Floyd’s death had an impact on the world. Now other countries, ethnicities and races are beginning to try and understand their pain. People are seeing the mistreatment and the unfairness of the justi...
Fuck Racism
Fuck Racism. Collage. 12" x 9"
skin.
what do you first seewhen you look at me? i know for a fact it’s my ethnicity. the hues and tint,blessed from the wombthat somehow hold my dignity. now, when you hear of murder and tears,targeted faces and living in fear,you suddenly forget the first thing you sawwhen our eyes first met.
that is the flaw. how you define my soul and my divine,suddenly is ignoredwhile my traumas get storeddeep wi...
Reflections: Salt Lake City Situation
In the early nineties I decided to take an Audit Assignment for a large Insurance Company in Salt Lake City mainly because I’d never been there and I wanted to stay on the Left Coast. One of the perks of working for a National Healthcare Consulting Company was you could pretty much pick and choose where you wanted to go.Another perk is you could network with other colleagues who may have done ...
Reflections: Salt Lake City Situation
In the early nineties I decided to take an Audit Assignment for a large Insurance Company in Salt Lake City mainly because I’d never been there and I wanted to stay on the Left Coast. One of the perks of working for a National Healthcare Consulting Company was you could pretty much pick and choose where you wanted to go.Another perk is you could network with other colleagues who may have done ...
SCREENPLAY BLIND LEONARD'S BLUES
INT. BLIND LEONARD'S LIVING ROOM/TWO WEEKS LATER – DAY EARLY EVENING HOURS Blind Leonard slouches over the dark green leather couch.His long arms and legs spread akimbo. He is a picture ofgrief as images of his old friend Cal float thorough histhoughts. The TV is on and he half listens to Jimmy Carter's latest speech. BLIND LEONARD (VO) (choking back a sob) You been gone a week but I swear Im...
THAT TWANG!
I was a child of the Super Sixties and came of age during Flower Children, Hippies, and Black Power. However, I grew up in a small town in Central California famous for it's Cotton and Cattle, Corcoran California. Now it's famous because Charles Mason is imprisoned there, Prison is a huge industry in California.Corcoran was a sleepy little town and when I was growing up although Civil Rights we...
ME & BLACK SAMBO
My first grade teacher was beautiful and looked a lot like a younger version of the movie star Sofia Loren. Fresh out of the Peace Corp she like so many others of her generation was out to save the world and definitely made a difference. I can still picture her in her tight pencil skirt and beautiful black hair like my mama’s.My family was poor and worked alongside other migrant farm workers in...