the beautiful embrace of mountains..hugging El Paso

Franklin Park, El Paso, TX

Cactus in El Paso, Texas..

Playing...

Playing as a form of healing (with photography)

mules of the world

niggers bitches whore
cunt fucker mother
patriarchy sexism
men macho jefe hombre
dickheads crossing prepubescent
paths in the name of desire
horny rational
dick balls sperm
flies blindly reproducing
misunderstandings of oppressive
realities for the sake of humanity
it all began with it
becoming he
capitalismo. imperialism
greed poor rich visible
silent ghost invisible
hunger gluttony selfish
unequal playing fields
premised on the idea that you
must break a sweat
to be in scene (seen)
present absence
can you hear me?
can you see me?
the race was lost
before it even began
cunts never win.
niggers always lose.
black bitches don't even get to
race
we are the damned...wretched of the earth

Writer's block

It's been ages (okay more like several weeks) since I've put pen to paper. No poems in sight. No portraits to paint. Fear has been clouding my thoughts, stress has been digging me like a hammer to a nail and my anxiety has been through the roof. I been holding the truth from myself. I thought that not addressing it and fighting it within would be the solution. I told myself "Smile, it will make you happy. Laugh, even when it's not funny. Play nice even if those co-workers irk the shit out of you." exhale. Healing is a process. But denial definitely is a hindrance to this progress. I thought I was doing well 'til the words appeared today on my journal...... seeing these words now makes them feelings that have resurfaced so real.


With courage,
RP