Rec | "I AM RUNNING INTO A NEW YEAR...

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... and the old years blow back like a wind that I catch in my hair like strong fingers like all my old promises and it will be hard to let go of what I said to myself about myself when I was sixteen and twenty-six and thirty-six but I am running into a new year and I beg what I love and I leave to forgive me." ~Lucille Clifton

@pollitafrita

Jan 2, 2025

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i am running into a new year by lucille clifton

i am running into a new year and the old years blow back like a wind that i catch in my hair like strong fingers like all my old promises and it will be hard to let go of what i said to myself about myself when i was sixteen and twenty-six and thirty-six even thirty-six but i am running into a new year and i beg what i love and i leave to forgive me

@_krust

Jul 1, 2024

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January is so mean to me

the first month of the new year ringing bells with tunes of hidden memories, filling me up with tears tear through the seven layered skin and sew me a bag of brand new fears make the people of hatred come together to save this sphere be kinder to the gentle deers and enlighten the insincere january, send letters of strength to persevere that last till the end of this calender year

@macar0ni2

Jan 20, 2025

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Hope, mindfullness and community engagement

It is the most powerful antidote for me in trying to navigate this devastating reality. Optimism sometimes feels naive but setting up a positive framework for our minds is a means of survival. Today I find myself slipping into sadness and dispare easily and my only way out has been mindfulness and optimistic thinking. I must accept the world I am in, but I will not let it destroy me, instead I will use my voice and my actions to react to this world. Today I think of Maya Angelou’ poem— Still, I Rise. You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries? Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard ’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin’ in my own backyard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history’s shame I rise Up from a past that’s rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.