If you're going to praise the black people, then praise the Latinos. Praise the Muslims, praise the Indians, the Natives, the Mexicans, the Asians, the Pacific Islanders, the Others, and praise the white people. Ignorance becomes perpetuated the moment one group is organized above all of the others.

*COUGH* DIVERSITY *COUGH*

Today in one of my classes, the topic of how culturally diverse my school is came up and of course the statements were so bogus that it's once again time for ranting with me! Woohoo.

Let's get one thing straight, my school is not diverse. It may be 40% black, 30% white, 20% Latina, and 10% other but the mentality is not diverse. Just because Bob, Billy, and Charlie all look different, that doesn't make them diverse. Why? Well because diversity in my eyes means different looks, different languages, different colors, different beliefs, the whole sha-bang. This will sound generalizing, but if 4 out of 5 black guys all wear hoodies and refer to each other as "niggas" then that's not diverse. That's monkey see, monkey do. What I'm saying is, almost everyone walks around in my school with the same mentality. The majority of the student body is consumed by social media, getting head, smoking blunts and following each other on instagram. The 10 Asians, and the two girls who wear hijabs don't make it any different.

And honestly this "we're so diverse" trend is getting extremely old. People everywhere are trying to blow up this lack of diversity as if it's equivalent to slavery or the oppression of women. Making the world diverse is as simple as hopscotch. You start with one square and you move around until your foot has touched every single box. It's the same with people. No matter how comfortable it may be to slump yourself with people who look the most like you, you cannot do that and expect to see fifty shades of the color wheel. Unfortunately, that's what people do. Everyone is always complaining because there's not enough black people on television or in the huge industries. Everyone wishes for a more diverse country yet all the white kids stick with the white kids and all the black kids stick with the black kids. The cookie is choosing to crumble.

I think I understand why that is though. I mean besides the fact that it's easier to go where you'll be accepted, it's sort of safer. I've been noticing the animosity that is brewing towards white people. Just today in the hallway, on my way to class, I saw this black guy snatch a rubix cube out of this white kid's hand and run away with it. The white kid chased him screaming for the guy to stop and give it back. He caught up with him by latching on to his backpack. Which is when this black teacher pulled them apart and the black guy got away with the cube. The white kid then had to be lectured about remaining calm, running in the hallway, and touching another student. Pissed. Me. Off.

Clearly, the meek little white boy wasn't going to hurt anybody. We ALL saw that. It was just disgusting, and yes I do think it had something to do with race because my school consists of a lot of power tripping bogus authority figures.

A few months ago, my mom who is white called in to the school to get me excused for the remainder of the day due to me being sick and the woman who was speaking to her over the phone kept interrupting her. (I was sitting in the office for the whole thing). Then she would bark at my mom yelling "speak!" after my mom respectfully asked her to let her get a sentence out. She ended up hanging up on her face and when her coworkers asked what happened she told them that she hung up because she wasn't going to let some white bitch talk to her like that. When my mom texted and told me what happened, I realized that I'd overheard the entire thing. So I got up, told the lady that it was my mom she was talking about, that my mom is very nice person, and that's she's not white but a cream color.

But anyway it's instances like that, that cause me to fear the way many black people are perpetuating ignorance and then feeding that bullshit to their children for dinner every night. And noting all of this perpetuated racism against whites through the generations makes me understand why the white kids stick with each other. Because they have become the target.

SONG FOR TODAY: Love is a Battlefield - Pat Benatar

"I mean, day to day, I’m fine. I’m not like, a walking nervous breakdown. Ideologically, I don’t know, I guess I’m pretty fucked up. Like, I don’t really know what to think. I can deal with it, I’m content, but I don’t know what to make of it. Because where all of my music comes from is a place that – obviously there’s ego and there’s being a bit of a show off – but it comes from quite a humble, self-aware, self-deprecating place; which is why all these teenagers love the ideas that are in the music and they flock the hotel. But I’m still quite neurotic, as everybody is. So, when you’re really, really objectified and you don’t have time off or time away from that and you’re on tour for two and half years, and every time you get up there’s constant reminders of your projected personality…

It’s like I’ve said before, it’s this disconnect between art and reality. Where does it stop? Where do you let shit hurt you? When does it stop becoming material to work with? Like, at one point, everything’s just material. “Oh, I’m a bad person” – I can write about it. “Oh, she broke my heart” – I can write about it. It’s all those things wrapped up, but then there’s also an element of – because you’re a person who’s not the biggest fan of yourself anyway – you start thinking, “well, get over yourself, what are you getting upset about? Everything’s fucking brilliant.”

-Matty Healy.

*POP* CULTURE

I love love loveeeee music, and I assume we all do to so, moving on. But my definition of music is very hard to find. Nowadays, electronic artists like Odesza or FLUME are what's keeping the music train alive- 'cause it's crumbling. I mean, you know something is wrong when Lil Jon's "Turn Down For What" is enjoyed by humans anywhere. Our sources of interest and entertainment have honestly gone to shit.

The most unfortunate part of it all is real artists get less and less of a chance to save the world with their songs because you either sell yourself to sell or don't sell nothin'. Pop culture has stolen the stage just to crap on the light of day; and we don't even see that. Kanye West told Beck Hansen who plays like 14 instruments that he knows nothing about music and needs to respect the artistry of Beyonce... who needs a room full of people to write and produce one song.

No disrespect intended but:

People should really check themselves.

 SONG FOR TODAY: New Soul - Yael Naim

All About That Bass

"Yeah, my momma she told me don't worry about your size. She says, boys they like a little more booty to hold at night. You know I  won't be no stick figure, silicone Barbie doll..." - Meghan Trainor


I'm going to attempt to say this as respectfully as I can.

I'm not a hateful person, I believe. But if there's one thing I could come closely to hating, it would be statements and ideas like that. No matter what the case is or has been, I have always discouraged the practice of putting one thing down, to make another appear better. In this case, or in this song, thinner people are being put down to make being a little chunky or being thicker look and sound good. 

It's a nice idea, it really is; trying to get society to accept more than the Sally "Eat-a-burger-b*tch" Daniels around here. BUT, you don't need to stir up animosity towards a separate group to do so. 

First of all most of the people who like to complain about their weight WISH to be thinner. Commonly it's a private thought that thicker people have; but listening to them speak, they're usually putting the size 4 walking past down just because of her waistline. I can't even begin to list the amount of times I've witnessed this act, so I'll leave it at the fact that I've seen it. 

And I mean, my name might as well be "skinny bitch" for the amount of times I've been called one.

All because my weight is approved by society. 

I know that I will never understand what it's like to be an extra-large. But don't hate me for that. And then on behalf of the skinny  bitches out there, I'd just like to formerly say, we can dislike our bodies too. I may be the only person who's encountered this, and if I am then I might shut up-but when I dare say something about my body that I don't like I always get the funny look. The person always looks at me as if I've grown two panthers out of my head. Then typically, I'm told to be quiet because I'm skinny or because anyone would love to have my body or something about looking like a model. And it's rarely flattering because I feel like since I can physically pass in this world (due to my "model figure") I should never complain.

I don't like this about myself and I can't stand that but "those size threes look great on you so shut up." It's irritating. It's very similar to the way some black people blame white people for their troubles.

Becoming Unbroken (P)

Here lies a girl

who feels hurt and alone.

Trapped in this world

she’s been dying all along.

She makes herself

how they want her to be;

‘Cause who she is

they’re not willing to see.

She changes herself

she covers her face

But still she feels

like she’s just a disgrace.

She wants to feel pretty

to think good of herself,

But they judge her and claim

they’re just trying to help.

She eats as much as 

as bad as she feels

She throws it all up

hoping it’s not real.

She cuts her wrist

she quickly quits

It makes her feel worthless

she’s bigger than this

Her mom puts her down

she gets slapped around

Life is a hell

town after town.

She wants to give up

ready for an end

She’s already broken

and disgustingly thin.

But still she keeps living

and tries to stand strong,

For she knows that

she does have someone.

Her teachers, her friends,

they've been there for her

Things are no longer

the way that they were.

So for all of you girls

Cutting and crying,

wake up and see

that there’s no room for dying

Self harm never helps

Or solves any problems,

It just leaves scars

that you won’t be proud of.

So talk to someone

Don’t let it go on

Be brave, be smart,

And please stay strong.

Things Fall Apart (P)

Sometimes the wind whips up the faintest of leaves from their engraved comfort that is the ground, and takes them for a ride.

It twirls and tickles their inconsistent innocence as if relocating and misplacing their homes isn’t enough.

And nine times out of ten, those leaves never return because things fall apart.

I feel that we must learn to pick the battles that we will never start if we ever intend to fail. Because to fail, is to bleed;

And to bleed, one must suffer;

And to suffer, one must cry;

Because to cry is to release our unevolved pride, which we display like the back of our aging hands shielding our faces as a mechanism of defense.

And in that motion, I think our souls weep louder than our eyes bleed gold, because we bare what our lungs can’t hold.

We are attached to what he did and what she said because they know what you are and that isn't enough.

And when that thought spreads itself into every corner and crevice of my veins, my arms fold numb.

My legs disintegrate as follicles of reality seep into the seams of my brain; because enough is the son of a gun that pulls the trigger and starts the beginning of no return. 

Things fall apart; they crumble, they shatter, and they fracture-unfurling into the crisp contaminated air.

And those things dance and linger stationed on our eyelids haunting our sights until they are acknowledged.

But we as people consisting of fear, agony, and more fear leap away from those things.

We run from what we don’t know because the unknown screams louder than a ghost in sight.

Things fall apart, and that is what I struggle to accept.

Because I’m tired of all the good going bad.

I’m tired of the orbs of mental exhaustion populating in my head.

I’m tired of not knowing if things are going to be okay.

And I’m tired of being tired.

I don’t like what I don’t know because there is a possibility of defeat.

And sometimes defeat means you’ll get hurt.

And when we’re hurt, we must forgive.

And since forgiveness means letting go of hope for a better pass and grabbing on to hope for a better future, then I will be okay.

And things will fall apart.