Power stolen, Silence woven. No voice left To the soul broken. Humanity removed, Difference exposed. Protesting the darkness For sake of grasping the light, Only to find the soul Just too weary to …
Source: No Voice – by Patricia Harris
Power stolen, Silence woven. No voice left To the soul broken. Humanity removed, Difference exposed. Protesting the darkness For sake of grasping the light, Only to find the soul Just too weary to …
Source: No Voice – by Patricia Harris
This!
“Even more infuriating, Senator Warren’s male colleagues were permitted to read that same letter by Mrs. King later. Yes, they did so as a show of support for Senator Warren, but the fact they—the men—were permitted to read it, and only after Sessions was confirmed, is a blatant reminder we have a lot of work to do as women and men for the cause of equal rights, feminism, and equal respect across the board for women in a man’s world.”
Nevertheless, Kim D Bailey persisted this week on #breakingthelegacyofsilence
http://five2onemagazine.com/breaking-legacy-silence-30-nevertheless-persist-kim-d-bailey/
Title: Melted Facade
By: Patricia Harris
Created: Wednesday 2/1/2017
Description:Sometimes it feels like who I am is a melting facade. Like no one really sees the face of my truth, for all that they see is the face of their own expectations of me. Exposure of self seems destructive, so I find the melted facade easier than the truth of self that no one wants to see anyway.
Exposing under the facade
Built on melted wax,
Hidden behind a constructed
Image of a perfect visage.
Truth peering through
As the melting began,
Showing that which
I fear has always been.
Exposure through the cracks
As the facade melts away,
Teaching the truth of who
Is reality anyway.
I wonder what you go through. I wonder if you lie awake at night waiting for sleep to come, as it remains a distant lover. I’m curious to find out if your legs tremble and your heart aches like mine do. Do you count the stars? Do you stare at the ceiling? How many thoughts cross your mind in a second? What do you do when the morning greets you too early, and you know you have to say hello eventually?
Tell me about your day. I want us to share stories of the hell we walk through and the heavens we visit. While the world watches, we will let them know that we are not weak. In fact, we are soldiers who escaped from a vault labelled “Insanity”. Our voices can never be silenced. Our marches will always be strong; even on days when we are made out of…
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“I’ve been thinking of how to broach this subject—since it’s all any of us are talking about—and I have come up with what I consider the most articulate way for me to describe my disgust and disdain for the inauguration and the next four years of hell for this country.”
Kim D Bailey talks of the things she’d rather be doing than watching our fearless leader in this weeks #breakingthelegacy. Give it a read and share it ya’ll.
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I have been writing more lately. This is a good thing. my poetry is flowing. And the stories are trying to do the same. this is where my issue is. I am not a planner when I write. So when I have a dozen stories vying for space in my mind and am only one person…. well it means that I get so far in a story and lose track of where it should go. which is entirely frustrating. Planning the story only causes me to loose focus quicker. I am not saying this to whine. it is just the way that I am.
So I am feeling that frustration with my current story and I set a deadline with my editor. What that means is something ends up being forgotten in my struggle to make the story fall into line. For me… I am sorry to say… it has been this blog. I wanted to apologize for this. I will likely be lax in posting until I am finished with this one and sent to the editor. I hope that you understand and return to see me after the 27th.