An Out-of-Character Talk-avism Rant

I want to talk about us. And by us, I mean We. We The People who so conveniently forget that that is who we said we would be. That that is what we pride ourselves on. That that “one nation under god” is only one land separated by everything and every man. By religion and ethnicity. By income and sexuality. By my peers and my teachers. By my authority whose desire to rule takes precedence over my right to live.

I get scared by the future and take note of the past. I was never treated as my ethnicity because I never looked it. Okay, I look white but I am not. I had people cheering me on and teachers telling me “yes.” I look down at our children now and see teachers who have given up. These kids who need guidance are led by people who say “no.” Who don’t believe. Who don’t care. These kids who need safety are guarded by people who draw guns before they speak. They hit before they think and care only when they’re in the heat.

I don’t want to live in a world with no love. A world with no tolerance or a world with no care. I want people to stop saying I’m not Hispanic, that black lives don’t matter, that gays cannot marry, that the poor did it to themselves, that mental illnesses are something to laugh at, and that the women of this country are equal. We are not. We are in 2014 but we are not.

I want to talk about us and by us I mean we. We are the future. So let’s start acting like it.

The Stars Still Shine Even When They’re Dead

Creators have it the best. Creator of film. Of music. Of art. Of words. We are the ones that understand. The ones that want to be understood. The ones that learn the most. That love the most. We see the world through a different lens, ear, and heart. We want perfection but get failure. We want our world to be shared with the masses. We capture moments and savour it forever. Our pictures liven and revive.We want to express in every way we know how. We’re affected and jaded. We’re fresh and beaming and teeming with talent. We’re annoying and relentless. Stubborn and intelligent. We make our time here most valuable. I love the ones who share this love with me the most. Thank you for getting it the way I do. For being me in a completely different way. For crying at the same moments or laughing at the odd ones. For waiting for one note to strike because you know that’ll be the one to tear out your heart. Waiting for one word in a film to be said because that’s what will break you down. One brush stoke to finish the piece. One approval to lift your heart. One inspiration to make you begin again. Because of what we create, we’ll always be there even when we’re not.

Art is the most important part of my life and I’m glad there are so many of us.

 

 

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