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Journal entry #2

With all the chaos in the world, I have to say that tonight was a win.

It started with a bowling outing for my uncle and granddad’s birthday. The experience wasn’t perfect—the food was terrible, cold, and the place smelled like sewage. On top of that, the lanes shut down as soon as our two hours were up, and we couldn’t even finish the final round. Oh, and it cost $53 for those two hours. Still, despite all of that, being with my family made everything feel perfect.

I was spending money like I didn’t have bills to pay—bills I’m barely making enough to cover—but nothing compares to the value of time spent with family. They’ll never know how deeply I feel about them, but I love them so much.

After bowling, I headed straight to a hookah lounge to meet up with my friends. I wasn’t exactly dressed for the occasion—just jeans and a casual top from earlier—but I didn’t mind. Spending time with people I love was more important than worrying about what I had on.

When I got there, my friends were in the middle of an argument. It happens sometimes, but I like to think I helped lighten the mood. By the end of the night, everyone was vibing, including some strangers from the sections next to us.

As I sat there taking it all in, I couldn’t help but reflect. Places like this always remind me of who I used to be—someone constantly seeking attention and validation from men. I used to think dressing provocatively was empowering, but it often left me feeling the opposite. Now, I’m intentional about how I present myself, and I understand that the energy I give off plays a big part in the kind of attention I attract.

Don’t get me wrong—I’m all for women dressing however they want. But I’ve learned that what I wear and how I carry myself directly tie into what I’m looking for. I know some women might not agree, but for me, dressing with more intention has helped me focus on what truly matters. It’s no longer about who’s looking at me but about how I feel about myself.

At the end of the day, I had a great time with my family and friends. For a moment, it made me forget about all the evil in the world. And for that, I’m truly grateful.

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To my Brothers and Sisters

To the Black Community

From the yn’s to the nonchalant, from the old heads to the woke folk—why have we allowed them to strip us of our power? Across the United States, I see so many African Americans sitting idle, unwilling to stand up for their rights. We watch our TV shows, cheer for our sports teams, and act as if nothing is happening while the government continues to do as it pleases.

To the yn’s so quick to turn on each other—where are you when the real fight arises? And to those who claim they “don’t care,” understand this: as we speak, they are spitting on the graves of your ancestors. They’re basically saying, “Fuck you and your grandaddy’s rights,” “We’re gonna keep fucking you over and you’re not gonna do a damn thing about it.” Waiting for someone else to save you, when in reality, you are the ones chosen to do the saving.

You’re here for a reason—not to roll over and take this treatment but to make a difference. To fight for a better future. We’ve been peaceful for so long, and no, I’m not saying we should burn down every corporation that funded Project 2025. Of course not—that would be crazy to say. And yet, I understand the frustration that might lead someone to consider such a thing. Not promoting it, of course.

And to the Uncle Tom ass celebrities who’ve sold out to the white man, you’ve set us back decades. For what? Your greed? Your selfishness? Your worship of money—something you can’t even take with you when you die? You should be ashamed. You shouldn’t be asking for handouts or favors from these elites, but it’s clear you’re only looking out for yourselves. Fuck the rest of us, right?

No wonder why the angels don’t like us. How could we deserve heaven when we’ve been forgiven time and time again, only to keep making the same mistakes? Jesus died for us, and yet, so many carry this attitude of, “We’l I didn’t ask Him to die for me, I live for me.” (Went over some heads). So many have strayed away from him. I’m guilty myself and also undeserving. But I hope the Lord can forgive me and all those who seek refuge in him, especially in these dark times.

Even if I stood up and fought for us, would this generation even follow? Would we unify? Would we strategize? Would we finally stand together? Or are we too far gone?

I hope I’m wrong. I hope we find the courage to unify, fight, and stand up for ourselves before it’s too late. Because if we let them silence us—if we let them strip us of our rights, our voices, our power—what will be left of us?