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go read-> https://guidetoallyship.com/
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here are some amazing pieces/resource links to help the blm movement:
resources compiled by the incredible and wonderful @the contrarian https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/170950/version/337933
more resources compiled by our dear queen and icon @Anha
https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/171316/version/339139
an extremely well-written piece by the amazing @Norah
https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/170886/version/337656
a detailed faq by the lovely darling @sunny.v
https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/171149/version/338451
a very thoughtful piece by residing goddess, @elisa
https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/171369/version/338955

walk

October 7, 2019

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Take a walk through the city at night

        You’ll find that everyone loves the movement and the abstracted gray noise and the loud smells of food and smoke and metal-concrete-plaster-asphalt-rubber. Everyone loves the neon signs, the street lamps’ lies, the notion of feeling free to walk the streets and being scared to turn every corner.
        Let me tell you: the city is made of nothing more than the intangible tactility of 78% nitrogen and 21% oxygen; a breeding ground for human error and regret.

        Keep walking. Pay close attention to yourself. The gut-clenching, out-of-body feeling of being lost in someone else’s mind won't ever go away, so 
        why does everyone love the city?
        It’s broken to pieces under its flawless makeup, acting like it’s got everything held together. It’s so plain to see if you bother to take a look longer than a second glance. The city is where everything happens, but nothing matters. You could shout into the void of oncoming traffic, but all noise is swallowed immediately, taking a dive off the cliff’s edge of artificial silence.

        City. it’s the broken heel of a shoe lying in a ditch, two burning wicks on a three-wick candle, a heat wave before a snowstorm. 
        it’s a two by two box of sweatanxietyfearclaustrophobia. Your throat closes in on itself

        but everyone loves the city, so why shouldn’t you?

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2 Comments
  • r|A|i|N

    this is such a poignant and interesting piece—i love the tone you created.


    about 1 year ago
  • JCWriter

    Good description draws me in every time, and you've nailed that here. I like the slightly unconventional use of syntax, the makes-you-do-a-double-take imagery, and that you end on a question. Really interesting piece. Good job!


    about 1 year ago