Humanity
The New Normal
The New “Normal” I think the most telling part of the movie Titanic was when the well to do people on the ill fated voyage were first in line for the lifeboats, believing their first class tickets entitled them to a second chance at a first choice salvation.
By Michelle Denise Milam5 years ago in Confessions
"I don't want to lose you" Then where are you?
A story of when a guarded woman let her guard down. The reason why most of the time guarded women who have been in her situations don’t do this is because they have “heard” and “saw” the worse in the opposite sex. They carry those memories of being hurt, and never really want to feel vulnerable again. This woman has been through things that most people never even think up, or listen to her as if she is over dramatizing the situations she has been through. Most listen, she usually only gives the basic details as she feels they would never believe the full truth. The thing about this woman is that she doesn’t lie about what others have put her through. She tells her story now with pride instead of shame. She speaks up and never stops because she’s been silenced, by family, by friends and by partners. She’s been called annoying for ranting on about her life. Most look at her in shock while she smiles, a nervous habit. Everyone seems to put themselves first instead of ever thinking about her. She is always there when people need her, and never gets bitter when she has to handle life . She has been there for people who constantly break her trust because she knows what it’s like to deal with everything on her own. Usually she doesn’t even ask for help anymore, she figures it out alone.
By Moon Child 5 years ago in Confessions
At War
I remember college I had a friend that asked me ‘what does it feel like to be black’? It was the first time that I had been asked, so It intrigued me. I had never thought about it consciously, but I must have thought about it subconsciously because of the metaphoric answer I gave him. I said “It feels like I’m at war”. After that day, I began to think about it more consciously. Why war? When one thinks about war, they think about fighting, guns, nuclear bombs, tanks, and death. So, how could I be at war? I’m not in the military nor am I in an armed conflict with another country or nation. But there is a conflict. In fact, there are many.
By D.j. Foreman5 years ago in Confessions
love
Those that know me personally know that I have a hard time describing my feelings. I'm not incapable of having them. If anything I feel too much about a lot of things; I've been obsessing over timeliness and patterns and trying to avoid uncomfortable scenarios for the better part of a year (along with the rest of my life) - with little success.
By Sprat5 years ago in Confessions
No One Other Than God Could Have Arranged This Uber Ride
Uber! A name that doesn't require any recognition. The company has revolutionized the taxi business across the world. I enjoyed many rides with Uber, but the one ride during the lockdown in Sept of 2020 distinctly stands-out above the rest. It's a special one for me, one that I will remember all my life.
By Kavi Kamat5 years ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Closet Writer
I have a confession. I am a closet writer. I’m an aspiring author. I’ve written two first completed first drafts, currently on my fourth draft of one of my six novels. I write poems. I write blogs that I hesitate to put my name on and I journal.
By A.N.Tipton5 years ago in Confessions
To The Little Girl Who Thinks She Is Broken
To you, The little girl with the wide green eyes, messy dark curls, and a crooked toothed smile. There was a time when you were totally and completely innocent to all the ways that the world and the people in it could hurt you. But that is a time that as an adult, you will not be able to remember. You will try, you will try so awfully hard. But unfortunately, you learned at a young age how the world chews up and spits out anyone even the slightest bit different. You learned that people, even the incredibly young ones, maybe even especially them, can be incredibly cruel for what will feel like no reason at all. And the pain of that cruelty is what will shape you over the years, until you don’t know how to let anything else guide you.
By Kayla Hilyard5 years ago in Confessions
How To Be Yours - Self Love
Understanding how to love yourself can be challenging, like a thousand scattered pieces of a puzzle, and just like the scattered pieces of the puzzle, a person must start with what they know. This journey may feel frustrating at times, maybe even impossible or overwhelming but this is where self-compassion comes into play. In one of my favorite songs, “How To Be Yours”, by Chris Renzema, he sings about how he does not know how to love himself but desires to be loved by himself. He refers to himself as an orphan without a home. Every time I listen to this song, it takes me into a mental forest of thought. I resonate with the lyrics because I have experienced many of these emotions. When I began my journey to build my identity I did not know where to start. I asked myself questions such as, “who am I?”,“Where do I belong”, and “Am I worthy?”. Although I have found my identity, songs like these unlock a paradigm shift in the way I see myself and others, creating a desire inside of me to help others understand who they are. From the moment this song begins, I begin my journey through my mental forest where I consume food for thought and wholeheartedly relate to the lyrics.
By Self GDM5 years ago in Confessions
Learning to Love My Blackness.
My parents never really taught me much about what it meant to be Black in the world, specifically what it meant to be Black in America; I grew up in a predominately white church, had (mostly) white friends, was continuously surrounded by white kids in school and overall just never really recognized my own Blackness as a kid.
By dia ☁️5 years ago in Confessions
