..~•the weight of knowing
My art is my words.
My art is empathy.
My art is honesty.
My art is the visualization of pain.
My art does not turn to beauty if it does not speak to you.
My art does not exist if you are blind.
Great artists are being awakened in this moment.
Tuesday I was hopeful.
Wednesday I was devastated.
Thursday I was infuriated.
Today I’m all of it.
women’s rights are human rights
protect trans kids
black lives do matter
abortion is healthcare
immigrants are people
religion does not belong in politics
global warming does exist
genocide is wrong
free speech is a right for all
love is love
mental health matters
colors don’t have genders
I can believe in these things without shoving them in your face or bullying you into submission. I can have an identity outside of my political views or spiritual belief system. I can exist as my own person with freewill and emotional intelligence. I can control my behavior and reflect before I react.
What I can’t do is pretend that these things don’t matter to me - I cannot pretend that I don’t have immense privilege to carry on while my family and friends must now hide in fear.
This line wasn’t drawn by me. I don’t hold the quill filled with ink blackened by hate.
I am not a pillar of strength right now. I am not the one to argue or entertain reasoning for anyone who disagrees. This is not my lesson to learn or to teach because I’m exhausted of appeasing people and pretending that I can’t see right through them or that their behavior isn’t something I absolutely detest.
You will catch my silence in protest of your existence.
If you think this is about you, it is. I know you silently bully me, my daughter, my son, and my friends through whispers of disillusionment. I know you will do anything you possibly can to devalue my existence and impact. I will never speak your language of hate but I see you all of you.
My religious creed IS decency. My spirituality IS light. My defense IS shadow. My existence IS inevitable.
"Judge not, that you be not judged. For with the judgment you pronounce you will be judged, and with the measure you use it will be measured to you" — M 7:1-5
An’ ye harm none, do what ye will.
