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  • VOTE!

    15 Aug 2020
    My Story, Topic Thought.
    I Vote for Freedom!

    Vote like your life depends on it

    Vote like your country is counting on it

    Vote and demand your voice to be heard

    Vote…take a stand for our democracy

    Vote for those who can’t

    Vote for the children too young to understand.

    Get into trouble

    Good trouble

    Vote for the elderly

    Vote for social welfare programs

    Vote for public funding and education

    Vote for freedom, law, and liberty

    During a pandemic

    When the very threat of our lives are at risk

    Mail-in ballots a questionable

    Absentee ballots not available

    Long lines, confined spaces, no filter air systems breeding ground for the coronavirus

    Scary and dark times we live in

    I don’t know the right answer. I have a compromised immune system

    However, November 3rd, 2020 call me “crazy” call me “Stupid” I’ll be in the line with you

    Risking my health to VOTE!

    Can’t trust our current leadership I have a chance to make a change with a pen

    Vote with me

    Vote Progressive

    Vote Blue

    America needs you.

    I need you.

    The children need you.

    The elderly need you.

    And, this isn’t just me but for US, you+me!

    Get a Mask! Stand 6ft away.

    Vote November 3rd, 2020 United States of America!

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  • Just BLACK n’ scared

    3 Jun 2020
    Truth & Foster Care

    Just BLACK n’ scared

    I’m angry. I’m pissed. I’m hurting. There’s not a word magnificent enough nor profound enough to express how black and scared I am. I am a black trans man. The rate of me being killed are high by a policeman, by a white person, and by a black person. Does my life matter? Or am I just a mere atom taking up space in what we call existence waiting to die and decompose in the ground. To die the black illnesses high blood pressure, high cholesterol, heart disease, diabetes, Covid-19 or worse by the gun of a white man; a white cop?

    Out of mind out of sight! or is it Out of sight out of mind?!

    When is one black life enough? When does it stop? How do I tell young black men, young trans men you have a future when in reality their life is seconds away from none…

    White people. White fucking people! WHITE MOTHERFUCKING PEOPLE, will you stop killing me? White people, what is one black life worth to you? WHITE PEOPLE, hear the cries from the earth. All we want to do is live! We get it your better than us. We get it you deserve all the power. We get it your superior to us. We fucking get it. So I ask BLACK PEOPLE, we have to force change and challenge that ideology in order for change to come.

    WHITE PEOPLE, we can buy your clothing and organic food. We can speak like you and attend your schools. (sometimes!) We can hide our blackness but as the sun fade, you only see our teeth. As the sunshine, we only look like a shadow.

    WHITE PEOPLE, what the fuck are you afraid of? What the fuck are you afraid of? Why are you killing our sons and daughters? Why are we falsely accused of crimes we didn’t commit? Why do we live in the slums?? Why do we pay to your tithes and offerings for your churches to grow and build more Starbucks and were looking for a Dunkin Donuts.

    BLACK PEOPLE RAISE YOUR VOICE! YES!!!! YES!!! I’m screaming…You can’t hear my voice so hear my words. I’m SCREAMING and pulling my hair…MY PEOPLE ARE DYING…EVERY DAY…EVERY YEAR..more death after death it is something that has come to be the daily norm and WHITE FUCKING PEOPLE walk away with good conscious and a clear record.

    BLACK PEOPLE let’s mobilize. BLACK PEOPLE let’s organize. SYSTEMIC Racism is a disease and we must find a cure for it ourselves. WE HAVE TO DO IT FOR OURSELVES. I’m Angry. I’m Hurt. I’m Scared. If I don’t look the right way or answer in the correct tone my name may be next in the news..

    GOD HEAR OUR CRY. FORGIVE US. CHANGE US. HEAL US. Black people and White people. GOD you see no color. God, you see your children. GOD you see no orientation you see your people. Jesus, you see your brothers and sisters. Jesus, we are the ones you died for and we are dying every day.

    Mr. Domenia Xih Zih

    BLACK PEOPLE cry out to the sun and moon. BLACK PEOPLE jump and shout until there is a mighty earthquake. BLACK PEOPLE stop killing each other as a white person show. BLACK PEOPLE. MY PEOPLE. BLACK GAY PEOPLE. BLACK MENTALLY ILL PEOPLE. BLACK INCARCERATED. BLACK FREE PEOPLE. BLACK CHILDREN. BLACK MEN. BLACK WOMEN. BLACK TRANS PEOPLE. BLACK NON BINARY PEOPLE. MY PEOPLE. GOD’s PEOPLE.

    CRY

    SCREAM

    SHOUT, MAKE A MIGHTY RAWR

    I’m fucking angry. I’m hurting and this pain doesn’t go away. I numb it. BUT NO MORE. NO MORE I SAY. NO MORE!

    BLACK PEOPLE. MY PEOPLE LET’s BE THE CHANGE WE WANT TO SEE. LET’s DEMAND THE CHANGE WE NEED. LET’s HEAL OUR PEOPLE. LET’s EDUCATE our people starting out with lesson one: WE ARE BLACK and BLACK FIRST. Unapologetically BLACK. WE ARE the successors of SLAVERY. We OVERCAME JIM FUCKING CROW. WE ARE STRONG. WE WILL FUCKING DEFEAT DONALD JACKASS TRUMP!!!! WE ARE MIGHTY IN THE LAND. WE ARE BLACK. and yet SCARED!

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  • Ujamaa: Invest Wisely

    30 Dec 2019
    Being African American, kwanzaa, Topic Thought.

    Ujamaa: Cooperative Economics. “To build our own businesses, control the economics of our own community and share in all its work and wealth; extended family’, ‘brotherhood’ or ‘socialism” 

    What you invest in is where your heart is 

    Sow a meaningful seed, 

    that you may reap a harvest

    Invest local

    Shop local

    Eat local

    Give time and energy into your communities 

    The children need you 

    The addicts and alcoholics need you 

    The mentally ill needs you 

    The learning disabled and behavior challenge needs you 

    The Community Art Center needs you

    The Public Library needs you  

    Your local church needs you 

    What you invest in is where your heart is 

    Sow a meaningful seed, 

    that you may reap a harvest

    Joyous Kwanzaa 

    Domenia 

     

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  • Ujima, a collective responsibility.

    30 Dec 2019
    Being African American, kwanzaa, Topic Thought.

    UJIMA (Collective Work and Responsibility): To build and maintain our community together and make our people’s problems our problems, and to solve them together

    Our government and our world didn’t become poorly overnight. It took the collective works and was the responsibility of our leaders. Global Climate Change didn’t occur overnight it was a slow collective effort of the greedy, and unawareness of others. The United States deficit didn’t happen overnight it is the result of the collective works and responsibility.

    Ujima means we all take responsibility for our action and we commit to trying to make a difference for the year collectively. It’s an agreement made with our heart and mind signed on a contract with mother earth/universe. We need to no longer beat our selves up and keep blaming politicians when WE ALL had a part in destroying our planet, our country, and future generations. 

    We need to make a commitment to do better and aim higher. We still have time. The earth isn’t dead, yet. We can still change global hunger, stop wars, save refugee people, provide medication to the poorer countries. We can still do better. As a country we can get out of debt, we can save our government and appoint leaders who can lead it with dignity, respect, integrity, and personal accountability. 

    Ujima is the collective works and responsibility of each individual equally.  What can you do to be the change and leader America needs today? What can you do? What can we do? Do we even know what our responsibilities and roles are? No longer can we afford to blame others even if they’re in the wrong. What good is it? Be the needed change we want to see. Our children are dying, and it’s harder to afford higher education. Our children are hungry. Our children do not have good health care. our universities are failing us. Our leaders are being carnally human. We have the medicine but who can afford it? Why can we afford GMO-Foods with antibiotics and corn raised animals but not organic and locally farmed foods? Why don’t we take our money and put it into our farms, local businesses and let them thrive? Instead of the rUjimaich getting richer; why not give our farmers a chance, the local shops a chance, and local governments a chance? Why is Debt crushing the necks of our young people? 

    Bottom line: It’s our collective works and responsibility. 

    I pray your Ujima was a blessed and great day! 

    Joyous Kwanzaa 

    Domenia 

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