"DON'T DREAM IT, BE IT."

I am taking it all back. I am reclaiming all that is everything. PEOPLE OF THE WORLD LET US RECLAIM OUR IDENTITIES. LET US TAKE OUR POWER BACK. LET US NOT BE ASHAMED OF WHO WE ARE.

Those are things I want to scream out loud at the top of my lungs to the world. But I do realize that I am in a place of privilege. FUCK. It’s all coming to me now this feeling has been dormant for a while now, but it’s all coming back. FUCK!!! FUCK THE FUCKING BIGGOTS! UGHH!!! FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!

Decolonize my mind-your mind- our minds.

Our bodies.

Our thoughts.

Our lives.

Let’s transcend this superficial materialistic misogynistic sexist homophobic racist  hateful world. 

Lets transcend binaries and gilded cages.

VIVIR SIN FRONTERAS.

My mom told me the other day “You’re never going to be happy” I asked why. She replied “because you worry too much about all the problems. You can’t fix the world.” She might be right. I may never be happy, because as long as I live I will fight. There are those days and nights in which I think to myself “I just want it all to stop. I just want to let go” but I can’t.

There is so much pain and hatred in the world… It is so disheartening to see this shit happen. To see how fucked up society has made people- how desensitized people are to others’ hurt. I can’t… It affects all of us. Why do we have to hate? Why do we have to be so horrible to each other? It’s too much. How can WE live a happy life when others are being hurt. How can we find joy in a world that is so tarnished by the focus of differences. Why do we find the statement “We’re all beautiful” to be cliche’ but don’t believe it? Why do we spend our time idolizing people that don’t portray the everyday person? Why do we inist on being fixcated on crazy ideals of beauty? Why do we insist on hurting ourselves? Why have we bought into this?

BLUE

I LOVE THE COLOR BLUE.

IT CAN BE CALMING LIKE A SKY CLEAR OF CLOUDS, BUT IT CAN ALSO BE CHAOTIC LIKE THE OCEAN WAVES CRASHING ON THE SHORE. 

IT CAN BE COMFORTING LIKE THE INK OF MY PEN AS IT MEETS THE SURFACE OF THE PAPER,  BUT IT CAN ALSO BE INTENSE LIKE A ROARING FLAME.

BLUE IS THE COLOR THAT DESCRIBES ME.