On November 9th, 2016 around 1:16am, I found out that the next POTUS would be Donald Trump. I can’t even try to laugh at the fact, something I had joked the day before would bring such laughter. I didn’t vote for Trump or ever support him. I am a black woman with immigrant parents, I have friends in the LGBTQ community and I don’t believe in tearing down a group of people to try and appeal to another. But I will say this, ever since Trump announced that he was running from President, I laughed. I laughed from that moment all the way to the day of the election. Yes, I mistook Trump as a joke even when he officially became the GOP nominee, I laughed. I joined in on the jokes about moving to Canada. I joked that maybe it is our time to fall because every great nation has fallen. I joked with family that I even voted for him. Because to me it was all a joke, I never took him seriously, but honestly the way that both parties ran their election can you entirely blame me?
I voted for Hillary, I tweeted my #ImWithHer, I showed my support but truthfully I didn’t. The truth is I desperately wanted to root for Hillary, I mean the possibility of having the first female president and being able to say I voted for her would have been remarkable. But just like some people, I don’t trust her. I don’t think she is fit to run the country and I only voted for her for two reasons the first being that I would have never voted for Trump. He is far from the ideal person who should be the next president. I can list off how he is a bigot, a racist, and all the other crappy things about him but I know you have already heard them all. The second reason I voted for Hillary is because she was the Democrat nominee, and I believe in a little bit of loyalty. I know I am not the only one what went to vote the other day and voted for everyone with their party’s endorsement trusting their beliefs were aligned. But we have to start changing that moving forward. We have to start doing more research about who is representing us in D.C.
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She sat alone listening to the air
As a smile came across her face
It was different not difficult
But still recently foreign to her
The smile was still paired with tears
Tears that were no longer sour
For the first time she was not sad that it ended
But gracious for the experience
She had loved in more ways than not
There was nothing left to fear
The future could not hit her with worse
It was a broken heart
It didn’t heal, didn’t crack more
It just continued to beat
As her life went on
What is feminism? I believe feminism is more than believing women and men are equals. It has to also deal with having an understanding that not only can women do anything that men can do, but they also have the choice to not do it as well. If a women decides that she wants to be a stay at home mom, I don’t think she needs to be scolded for her choices, she should be praised for making her own choice rather than just doing what society tells her to do. According to Webster’s dictionary, feminism “is the belief that men and women should have equal rights and opportunities.” That is by far my favorite definition because of the word opportunities. Feminism is about women having opportunities. I believe that everyone understands that women want equal rights but I think that opportunities implies that you have a choice. When something presents itself you have the choice to accept or decline. With that being said I feel like the feminist movement should be a little bit clearer keeping the conversation on the opportunities women deserve and steering away from the conversations that put our purpose on the back burner.
Feminist comes in all shapes and sizes. No two people are the exact same, so why would anyone including feminist themselves scold another for not being an “ideal” feminist. I am not even sure how to exactly paint a picture of the what the ideal feminist would look like nor do I even want to entertain the idea (I am pretty sure you can picture it on your own), but I do know one thing for sure, she is not real. So ladies and gentlemen (yes men can be feminist too), let’s be a little bit nicer to our fellow feminists and instead of scolding them for having a different outlook on the movement, let’s praise each other for standing united.
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What do you want from me.
My life choices are my own.
I’m not perfect, I make mistakes.
I have spent my life in the safe zone.
Never taking chances.
Never going after what I truly wanted.
Never did what people told me to,
I did what I thought they wanted
so they never had to bother to ask.
You’re upset, disappointed, frustrated.
But I’m living life.
Waking up with things to get excited about.
I’m different, not the same.
No longer who you want me to be .
Finally discovering who I am.
And just like that it was over.
There was nothing left to say or do.
All the love, memories, and moments shared.
It had came to an end and life went on.
Separated by distance and time as Alicia once said.
Except no one was waiting, it was time to let go
There it was again.
The fear that it was gone.
It may never come back.
Walk away or apologize.
This maybe have been the first time.
It could also be the last
It might be something to hold on to.
Forever. Or never.
Holding on, fearful she’ll never be in love again.
I am single. I plan on staying single for a while because I’m 21 turning 22 so why the hell not. I feel like this is the time where I get to just be me and I’m not apart of an us or we. I don’t have a problem being single but every time I tell people I get pretty interesting responses. People seem to be so surprised that a girl chooses to be single. I’ve told a friend of mine that I planned on staying single and he replied with a quick but firm “mm hmm” as if I were lying. What reason would I have to lie. This friend of mine is very much single, and so are most of his friends. Yet it seemed to be strange, that me, a girl was also happy being single.
Anyone who knows me, knows I love third wheeling. It’s a nice way to see your friend with their significant other in natural settings and it’s just a nice way to have a fun time with your friend who doesn’t have to worry about splitting time between the important people in their life. With that being said my best friend has occasionally let me tag along with her and her boyfriend. I never thought much about it, but I guess it caught the eye of her boyfriend’s roommate, who thought it was weird how I seemed to be in content with the situation. One day he asked if I was honestly OK with being the third wheel. I replied “yeah, I love it.” I guess he still didn’t believe me because his next six words were something I was no stranger to, he proceeded to tell me “we need to find you someone.” All I could think was “didn’t I just tell you I was happy.” I couldn’t understand why everyone was having such a hard time believing that a girl in her twenties could actually be happy being single.
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