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how to get rejected from an interview
It starts with you rising up early in the morning. It starts with trying to make some breakfast and then realizing that your almond milk went sour and you have nothing to go in your vanilla crunch Honey bunches of oats, because it’s frosted flakes that float omg, they’re honey bunches of oats ! You do the responsible thing that adults do, eat cereal. No? That's when you decide to create a pb sandwhich instead , yum protein. Now that your field you triple-check your emails to ensure that you have the time and date correct, cuz after all it is a pandemic and you've been hibernating in your hotel room for well over a year now. That's because your governor deemed your job non-essential- like who died and made him queen pin on a bill of health- oh yea that's right just the hundreds of thousands whose lives have been compromised due to the modern-day famine. This makes you depressed, that makes you depressed. Welp, you still have to get up, because you still need a job, because you like nice things, and Mother's Day is coming up. Dang it, you lost track of time, you haven't kissed your mom in mad long bro.*remember to call your mom* Now let's add that to the long list line of shit that you have to do, including giving your all and aceing this interview, am I right! Because like stated before, you need a job. Mastering productivity and self reminders not to neglect your personal responsibilities ie, buying your Mom flowers on Mothers Day is a big deal. Whether you like to admit it or not doing anything outside of leisurely activities, is adulting. And making preparations for a lethal interview is - well kind of harsh , to call things lethal with no context. Yes, an interview needs context.
As far as eye can see, black masks swarm in groups of six. They have to, that’s their limit. Christmas and Thanksgivings are the holidays we know no more. Families have been shrinking since humans have grown apart from each other. And more and more A-families stop supplying the new patient serum. Patients are what we call them; since the new presidency, everyone that’s born has to get the vaccine. I wouldn’t want to take them either, so Thank God I’m not having any. The kids look happy but I can tell , the kids have this unsuspected trust about them, kind of like a pig to his trusted farmer right before he gets shot between his eyes for bacon, and grits. That’s what kills me, the kids. They’re the only ones who hold the patient serum. They are taken to a lab that runs the entire day, 12-6. Which is governed by the city and run by the riches. The elites. Their wish is that by the time it’s year 3000, there will be no one alive besides the premeditated demographic and clinically constructed. No ones ever seen them before but my only guess is they don’t come outside else, there faces will be exposed.
We're Just Ordinary People
Today I met a Veteran downtown Brooklyn, Joe Settle. Gold Honorable medal and Purple Heart honoree, and the story he regaled me in was too much to decipher. No unemployment, no healthcare, no housing plan, NO reparations for his service from over 30 years of service. He gave me grandfather vibes. Now I grew up in Brooklyn, so struggle is not new to me. Yet the intersectionality in our issues and daily travesty is what makes us so complex. He is the face and the story of many . I just wish I could've helped somehow besides hydrating him with water. It was too much to handle.. Oppression looming in our community is too problematic.
Don’t drop the Ash
Everyone has a thing. You know what makes you feel completely and utterly like that ‘bitch’. For some it’s their lace, for others it’s a simple outfit or some 4-inch stilettos they can barely walk in. For most- and I speak for the ladies on this one. It’s their lashes. For me I know I feel the most confident and myself rocking a pair of mm4s. Especially as a black woman, every glance , or facial expression is Key in narrative of our storytelling. Now not to make everything we do seem so animated but , we can’t help that we keep the gates of femininity. Personally I can’t seem to neglect it as a fashion statement. Smoking seems so much more sexy, and seductive in a pair of lashes. Mink, 100%, wispy, halfsies, magnetic. Shall I go on? The lash business has been booming since quarantine left us masked up, and with little room to express our usually fantastic style or lipstick, or smile , or grimace , or grin. Masks hide all of that. And the choice of showing my full makeup look or catching a germ. The latter seems less inviting. Beginning to pick up post Covid , especially as a trend in Brooklyn as I walk around seeing these younger girls with long, and dramatic lashes. Usually their hair be slicked up into a bun or pushed away from their face in a low pony , adding years to their age. Anything to accentuate the rhythm of every blink or shift. Now the lash gang has totally lifted! Individuals have really caught my attention because of how natural they look. This type of lash screams Queen behavior, and ‘nothing less’ type-of energy. Maintenance for a full face of lashes is hard don’t get me wrong. As a empath and emotional Cancer, emotional tangents is part of an everyday journey. Tears streaming down my face. Trying to catch them with a tissue before the lash strip soaks them up. Between that and a Loved ones harmless caresses as my boyfriend paws my face in a downward motion is like damn near horrific. Which brings me to my first experience when I fell in love with the process of this trending beautification. Seemingly while waiting to get my eyebrows threaded at a new spot from the same chain in Manhattan, I looked curiously as she hooked up a sister in front with the cutest set to frame her face. Soon as she stood up; I had made my decision. “ What are you getting today “, the technician asked. I replied “ eyebrows and lashes , please”. Beginning with the eyebrows the lady laced me as well , with the medium /long natural set of extra blacks. From that moment on I’d be feeling myself hmm, I went back to school and everything heading to my last class and even felt different, smarter even. I had a response for everything and to what everyone has to say. I nearly challenged the teacher with my adamant and newly fastened balls strapped to me. When the frequent trips to get them redone deemed too costly. I invested in the materials and patience to master them myself. With Corona in the air , nowadays all I do is cry but, as I go only as far as home or at the Trader Joe’s near my hotel room , there’s no way I’m rocking a mask without them. From the doorman, to valet , from the bodega to the laundromat. They will see this smile behind the mask, or how saddened in my eyes, the lashes speak for themselves and I feel like I just went to the beauty supply store in a whole nother language.
In the background, shuffled to be the representative, token Black hire, running around doing mundane tasks. You’d love to pitch your revolutionary ideas, but fear that either they’ll be ‘Columbused’ to death, defected, or you’ll just be told to shut up! These are my encounters anyhow. Anytime real-life situations are taking place on the news or in the world rather, I can’t help but relay that experience to my personal exhibitions.
I grew up on collard greens
A depiction of My Values For many who know me knows how much my culture is a representation of who I am. It is the epitome of my being and no matter what I do, everywhere I go, everything I do has a piece of my past in the present, inadvertently as well as very intentional. I love the way I was raised. In an Afro-Caribbean household with a little too much structure but nonetheless, very cultured. I’ve traveled more than any of my friends and have had opportunities somehow, presented to me through the success and hard work of my brothers, and mother. The good ole home cooking came from the third generational upbringing, and my spiritually nonetheless must be accredited to them as well. My grandparents demonstrated what it was to have faith lead them and not by sight. The following is a poem that commemorates how my families culture impacted me, my vision, and my outsight of the world we live in today. I’ve performed this a couple times, once in my college Clubs art show and again at Scholastics in front of over 500 children, some of which I went to school with. Each time the experience was different, and this time with my words written down, I have a good conscience that it will be around for far longer than just a few minutes. nothing makes me more content than knowing my culture, my upbringing, and my foundation can be cultivated through my perspective and stay omnipresent in a safe space, consumed by good people. Enjoy
Love Is Blind
The dating world can be such a hassle and a heartbreak to the point we almost say “screw it”.The real world can be even crueler. As of late, and also since the beginning of time America has been eradicating the population of our legacy. Kings and queens of the Afro- Latinx, Carrib, and Afrikan diaspora, who reside in the great Americas have been disproportionately disadvantaged, cheated, and I feel robbed at fair chances of love.
Happy not Perfect
Excer-ma-cize, helps. Like tone crushing ab workout, bear climbing circuits, and a good ole I declare squat war, till your muscles ache in repetitive torture is worth the crunch. Tummy aches of nervousness, anticipation, or just plain old anxiety. It is all worth it in the name of sanity. Then a shot of whiskey, or Patron, whichever you prefer. Entonces! Call your crush and tell em you want to link up. NO for reals.
The art, the craft, the beauty of psychedelics is what stirs this teapot that I have brewing. Care for a cup? Many people reach their higher being in many forms of meditation and have different ways of ‘looking within’. Some of these include tai chi, vipassana, mindfulness, and loads of other remedial hacks to staying human without the extra chip of elitism, or what I like to call passive person disorder. We all know that one person that just fudges up the Feng shai of shit for no other reason than they can’t control their impulsive, unnecessary contribution to society like a cough, unsolicited, or any other anxious tendencies.
Hey, Hey, Mr. Postman
Whatever we are becoming, I am entirely down. The progressive nature in me allows for it. Asks for it. Craves for it. I want all parts. I want all the smoke in monumental change. Except for this shit! Donald J. Trump is cutting back on U.S Postal Service funding as a blackmail-haha punny enough- for Democratic votes to be hopefully minimized and obsolete. Majority of voting is taking place through virtual mailing because of Corona. Now I afflict this because it directly affects my community and I. One of the bros just got put on to a very respectable job with the U.S Postal Service. A little hood bumpkin from Bedstuy Projects, statistically acclaimed to gang and gun violence, highly susceptible to teenage pregnancy, and an even higher probability of dropping out of high school; opportunity didn’t just come running if you get my gist. Now, my bro-NYC lingo- for good friend happened to defeat these odds that were pined against him. All thanks to his caring mother, his persistent girlfriend, and his own good old fashioned self ambition. Wanting something better for his time, he applies for a city job. That means commitment, loyalty, steadfast obedience, and structure to the state in which you were born, in hopes of a brighter, better future for yourself. Now, he took that risk, aced the test, and began working full time. Boasting and prideful that he had what most could not fathom, his shit together. Guwop was looking mighty healthy for the big bro especially being that he was the catalyst to all DIY, home quarantine-version, in-style at home, delivery things.
Catcalling Is NOT a Compliment
For most, the ideology that catcalling is not flattery of any sort, is pretty clear. But it’s for those who don’t see catcalling as problematic that we must shine light to such a curable annoyance. Now, catcalling can be binary, but it’s an alarming amount of men that don’t see any harm in objectifying women. It is more annoying than anything else being one step away from physical harrasment,yet, guys have been getting a bit more creative during Covid-19. It took a pandemic to finally bring relief to Westernized women. Yes!, finally, we can protect ourselves not only from germs, but predators as well. The masks that are tirelessly stressed and emphasized by the FdA and the CDC are now a requirement for any social activity. They cover roughly 50% of face, aren't very cute nor comfortable but very practical. Now, I wear sunglasses on the norm so that typically - yea you get the gist. 100% face-covered. Ladies, our faces are literally hidden from the outside world. Shut out. Blinders. Yet, somehow, an ultra pesty, persistent prowling man will still manage to holla'. It is beyond me. A study from the Stop Street Harassment organization, showed that 99% of women have experienced some form of street harassment.