hmmm, yeah … no. we are doing this over. america needs a rebrand. the old way isn’t working. this is reclamation day. we are reclaiming our independence!
the left is protesting, the right is rejoicing. neither side sees eye to eye. families, torn apart across the nation. a celebration … turned sour.
there are people who see no point in celebrating today, who feel lost. perhaps, those people will be home, locking their doors & ignoring the goings-on of today.
there are people who are fueled with the rage of justice, out on the streets to protest–making their voices heard.
there are people who are revved up, cheering in this new age–trying to make america great again or whatever. america was never great, but it could be.
… though, not on this current trajectory …
we live in a land of illusions, delusions.
we only have two choices? left or right?
we have to sacrifice our morals? compromise?
we leave it up to politicians? corrupt madmen?
who lead a government meant to divide?
one nation? united under god?
that's right ... because you can only be under god, or against Him? there's no in between? ha. & when there's all these other religions to be seen?
"you have freedom of religion, not freedom from religion."
that's no choice. you told us we could choose!
you trample on our rights &
leave us broken, beaten down.
we are a country stuck in survival mode.
this country was built on deception.
no wonder there's talks of insurrection!
you are ready for change but you're the problem, too, if
you're catching up on your favorite shows while your neighbors are disappearing.
& if you're burying your head in the sand, while history is actively repeating.
they make one side sound crazy to the other, so we can't reach an understanding.
but it all starts with you.
no one else.
open your heart,
let love in.
find the compassion for your neighbor.
don't force your views on each other,
we listen, we don't judge.
"the world would be a better place if-"
if NOTHING. we can't wait on the world to change.
what will you change? what will you change today?
start small.
one foot in front of the other.
i reserve my right to dress in star-spangled glory & represent my love for the people: ALL PEOPLE. i love immigrants, i love minorities, i love the gays, i love women, i love men, i love the poor, i love the addicted, i love the disabled, i love the mentally ill, i love you. i care about people: i care about my people thriving, not simply surviving.
when i wear red, white, and blue, i do not stand for one side, while despising the other. i am here to bridge the gap. a huge leap, i know … but i am audacious, outrageous … and my energy is contagious.
“i love my country” means holding it accountable. say no to the status quo!
join me, as I explore what it means to be a true patriot. we are redefining patriotism.
hello stardust .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪𖤐
let's get personal: i am going to be so real with you ... i do not feel like writing this post right now, but it is important and i committed to it. & honestly, i'm tired of not showing up for myself, and in turn not showing up for the people who are in desperate need of these messages, especially now.
i do not feel like vending at first friday: i am not in the mood to sell f* the partriarteas, star-spangled protest bracelets, face & body painting ... & i certainly am not up to protesting. i have a thousand other things to do, most of which i feel behind on. but these things are important.
i woke up today--overburdened by the heaviness of these tasks. it was difficult to get out of bed. i pondered despondently, whilst lying in the bathtub for the better part of an hour, letting the water wash over me.
i am so deeply frustrated with being ahead of my time (or what feels to me in my everyday life as being untimely, in every regard). i have this weight, of holding the burden of hope burning bright like a flame: even when everyone around me is in despair, even when the world tries to extinguish it.
it all feels so heavy, the weight of the world. for years, i hoped it would get better. i argued with pessimistic people. i thought the world would fix itself. but it won't. it was designed this way. & so, begrudgingly, even though i have never wanted this ... i step forward to become the (reluctant) leader i was destined to be.
i am not sure what that means yet, in what capacity i am meant to lead. i am not sure what my future looks like. but i do know that i have a kind, soft heart, a resilient soul, and a refreshing attitude, & views and talent and song and love and joy and so much more that this world needs. and i am here to share it. even when it's hard. even when i'd rather be taking a nap ...
stay strong,
willow
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