It’s been a while since I’ve crafted some tunes with a musical instrument. I need to change that very soon after writing and performing this poem.
I have a hard time smiling most days anyway regardless of the situation.
This has been a painful week so far and I’m still processing everything.
My Grammy died earlier this week and I want to do something in her memory.
I made a Katauta that’s dedicated to her, but I’m also going to put another post later today about how I’ve been feeling after the fact.
RIP: Gloria Bland. You’ve lived a great life and you are loved so much.
I wish you could come back and really show how much I care about you.
The ambivalence of forgiving or fighting back is such an arduous one.
Either way, I won’t be anyone’s whipping boy.
I finally made it to the halfway point of my little challenge.
Look at that, I briefly scream in this video. I had to restrain some of my rage in this performance.
The seconds are drained away as I stay ever diligent.
Not everything is well and me being sick didn’t help.
The apathy astounds me as bad things happen in this world.
I finally brought the ukulele again for this Katauta video. There’s way too much hatred going on especially over these past few days, and it needs to stop. Denial only goes so far, people.