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Can I Have Your Attention? Can you speak truth to power if it has no ears to hear? If coins are lodged so deep it touches tissue that should activate tears. Is there a point to speaking truth to power when the hearts have been stuffed with bills and nerves have been set ablaze by the thrill of the squeeze? Hands forever clinched for extraction. What truth is there to speak to a power that only knows action? To snatch and take, sounds like steal, to destroy, and they kill from leaving you dead inside to taking your literal life as long as a dollar can be pulled from it. And it can. And it will. Problems manufactured so our tears for solution will grease the wheel. How the hell do you speak truth to power? To a power that will not listen. Hell if action is taken, they barely flinchin? Solutions don’t seem to hit like the used to. People irate online as a ruse to keep accounts open and scrolling while we stallin in real life. Should we turn the truth to power to the people to see their own light? How it’s been dimmed by the whims of those in control trying to gain the whole world, all its resources, and drain our souls? Can you even hear it? Because it’s hard when your stomach is growling and your car makes that funny noise or you back hurts a little too much for that bus seat. It’s difficult as the cha-ching hits everytime a Christmas song comes over the PA as you push off the panic of the attack of the crowds. The go-backs pile up. The present selection gets tough. And you still need the basics. Speak what to who? What will get through the noise of this very real but very stupid bullshit? You hear it calling but lose nights and weekends trying to catch up on a week spent making meetings or making ends that never meet. One more degree as they are devalued won’t fix it. One more application as AI turns a blind eye because you have the wrong keyword even as you pulled it from their own words. Fighting ATS for a chance, wishing for a return to a BTS trance because everyone can’t make millions on some BS stolen from a real creator that can actually dance. Everyday the truth gets more layered. Heavier. Truth spoken to power meets nothing more than its maker. Speaking to the people has so much noise to cut through. TL;DR - this shit is so fucked up, I wonder, what the hell can we even do? D. Ondria 11232025
Message at the Moment Talent hoarding isn’t going to work. It is going to take all the kinds of abilities we all have to move, to weather this, to thrive in spite of, to heal, to maintain health and improve it, to entertain, feed mind body soul spirit, to…brace for impacts known and unprecedented… Hoarding both in paywalls and in being too scared or shy or uncertain or whatever. Not saying dont on the first one but consider where it is mandatory and where it isnt. Capitalism is good at creating isolation many cant afford to sit in. Imposter syndrome gotta go. Make it bad til you get good. Say it wrong til you get it right. And grace and space and forgiveness will also be needed. Things will fail. Things are still being learned and application of knowledge is tricky. Community will need to close off and protect itself only, sure. But we might need to check in and connect at some point. Diasporas may need to find their most common tongues and connect, too. Where your ancestors landed by force or choice dont make you better than anyone else. Neither does never leaving home. All kinds of connections will be necessary from analog to digital. Ancestral and conventional. Spiritual and physical. Financial and charitable. Etc. All of it is going to be necessary. This aint like before. Where things will be different is why doing just any one thing will not be enough. 🤷🏾♀️ D. Ondria 11132024
I’d like the time and the privilege To lay down and cry To let the room fill up To fully drown like the heaviness Of my chest Suggests I already am I would love to have a moment To be weak To let go And wouldn’t need it If I could just be And get a little respect And a little less on the end of expect And be accepted I would really appreciate some care I don’t have to do All by myself Because my arms are tired The hands too heavy to lift As I have been drained for 160 hours this month And will lose again the next God willing Even though they aren’t willing To see me thrive As long as the body is alive And responding as needed I would love to lay down And just let go For swing lo sweet chariot To carry me anywhere That really feels like home D. Ondria 12222022
In the midst of this shit I have no idea what any one of us is supposed to do in the midst of this shit There doesn’t seem to be any rules in this fight and yet The thought of it all feels dangerous It feels like a mission in futility to try to fight and to fight in any way That guarantees risk seems to only ensure that the fight will end And darkness will fall But to not fight is to not give the light a chance but the light feels to light for this fight Even though the light is right and will leave what it is left that can be used And burn up all other things Or will it So we can hope in the midst of this shit Somehow And how I do not know I just know that we must hope We must hope and fight and do what’s right and hold the light And be the light and find a way to be alright in all of this In the midst of this shit we must stand where we can Even in rest, to lean on something and hope to be held up And ready to move and breathe and have our being as our divine right Even in the midst of this shit When all would have you believe that all is lost and there is no standing There is no resting Only worry and panicking which makes perfect sense in the midst of this shit But this can not be it Even if it is We can persist We must We will Because this is not new shit by which to be in the midst of This is not finality but the end and a cleansing But it does not have to erase and it can embrace And a choice and many choices will need to be made In the midst of this shit voices can and will need to be raised In the midst of this shit we can find a way out and a find a way through No matter what this shit says we can and cannot do No word of man has stopped man from remaining and persisting No word of man has done anything but demand and condemn and then fall silence And made anew in the fight Even in the midst of this shit Flowers will grow in the glow of the destruction And all will deal with the construction and reconstruction for we don’t know how To be and let be until we have to And we will have to after being in the midst of this shit D. Ondria 06292025
Catch-22 So I already know who will like this on wordpress. I already know who will like this on tumblr. The links will go on twitter/bluesky and maybe one other with zero to no interaction. If I post this to medium, crickets. I already know this because I don’t have the time/energy combo to keep playing with the algorithm and be wildly prolific. Then the other problem of it all is that I don’t want to waste time writing a bunch of things for the same 3 here and 4 there and it gets no further than that. But I know I can’t improve chances on nothing. I would say I will just do what I can but what I can do is delete all this mess and just show up in an ebook store somewhere and wait for the buy/return cycle to begin and ignore the notifications until I finally get tired enough that I have to let the dream die to conserve energy. This is how I end 2023. No idea whatsoever how I may show up in 2024. D. Ondria 12192023
I am tired of giving to myself. That is all I have been doing for as long as I can remember to very little to show for it. I cheer myself on, and motivate, and push and comfort, listen to, fix, support, all that shit alone. I am tired. And I know me. The second I see someone else do that lifting, imma grab the other end and help. Or worse, take it from them because I dont trust it fully. 😑 So I’m not looking for a replacement me but some assistance would be nice. D. Ondria 12212022
Just venting because of reasons Dont forget to speak to, thru, and on the thing you said people of (whatever description you come up with here) should be following you for Links to or directions to where the link at- you know ppl are here to yap and scroll. If you dont put up the detour sign with the cool thing, ppl will keep yappin and scroll. 🤷🏾♀️ Upfront prices. You know wtf this economy is doing. Now, if you wanna weed folk out, gatekeep a smidge, i get it…otherwise 👀 Clarity and metaphorical bright lights in the age of distraction, scrolling, and comprehension issues is kind of important… D. Ondria 05192026
We’re all wrong We’re all right We are clearly not okay We’re not minding our business We’re not respecting others decisions The things that dont infringe on all of us In our own spaces With no traces of harm from knowing We’re all wrong We’re all right But we are clearly not okay D. Ondria 12112024
It’s mad people, it just isn’t enough There is more fear than fight And where there are finances there is flight Enough people are mad But too many are scared, broken, and exhausted or burned out. And it is real difficult to get community support if everybody is down. Revolution, Civil War - them the last 2 times a nation had to go off fr fr on itself Everything else was a policy fight to get some Act right. And it’s some e all of the above going on right now. Empowerment as a resource and a feeling is lacking. D. Ondria 05072026
I want to live. I am tired of existing. Paralyzed and overwhelmed by everything..needed eveything to change yesterday and a least 70 years ago…living in the butterfly effect of someone else’s metamorphosis combined with my own bullshit is just too damn heavy some days… It won’t be in a few hours. It will be later. I dont want it to be any more… D. Ondria 12082024
Quick ramble I hate this time of year. It isnt joyous and I am struggling in the e all of the above category of life. I am tired. I hate it is dark all day. Employment is trash and I am tired of smelling shit (working on changing that isnt coming fast enough). Every fucking moment something needs to be done (hair, take care of skin, drink water, do this, fucking do that too. I am tired). And I am too energy drained mentally and tired physically to work on the forward moving shit most days. Yes, I am complaining. I am also sad as shit. Outside of binging reruns, the world is at least in the 3rd circle of hell. And short of a miracle rendering all evil and greed swallowed into the earth’s center, 2024 doesn’t exactly look promising on a macro (big picture) level. (Poll because I was tryna figure out these icons and tumblr hasn’t made an option to undo it 🙄) do you like the holidays yes no See Results I am sick of everything. A big ol bag of money would fix things. And…that is the hell it. I am so tired…there is no magic…today there is not fucking strong. Only Black woman. I just want peace no prayer is turning over. I just want rest no amount of hours can bring. K bye D. Ondria 11252023
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