November Novelist

November Novelist

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

The Art of Inclusive Activism Outshines Blatant Selfish Progress (Obama Was NOT Meant To Be Our Savior)



A worthy testimony to many of the African American Community who ignorantly say that Obama didn't do anything specifically for Black people.Something that he did surpasses that of which reparations can spawn and that is HOPE.That young black men and women do have the three options that cage us mentally.The sale drugs,be a Rapper/Entertainer, or an athlete in order to achieve success.This is something that many children struggle with due to living in capitalist country.Truth be told Kendrick Lamar is beyond correct when he said that we owe Obama and the First Family so much.And though I cringe while beginning to perform typist acrobatics but in order to begin mastering whatever passion you live for money is a major component to conquering the established cycle of always desiring it sometimes even above Art herself.Black youth are in need of a leader who is willing paint multiple images of success to debunk the lies the our minds and the media force feeds us daily.We as people whom creates a vast amount of America's culture have been slighted but instead of waiting for closure or confirmation.The next step is to build for ourselves and truly support our neighbors endeavors.Why give our hard earned money to celebrities when each of us know someone who is struggling to get his or her business off the ground.Why spend hundreds of dollars on shit with someone else's name on it.Create your own spell your name in BOLD print because YOU are valuable regardless of what history and negative stereotypes say.




The definitive symbolism of my absence is tethered to the thought of progression- then regression- with age, and the underlying truth of the subject matter.Which pains the thoughts once published here.A majority of the time, blog entries are written in the form of graffiti, or connected to what at one time, personified the consistency of optimism.A simplified analogy would be equivalent to feeding the beast whom contradicts the essence of true activism whether being categorized as a personal experience.Or an overwhelming aura mirroring the optimism which coddled November's artistic values and moral codes for the past few years.Absence often speaks of unpublished regret of the effort that was put forth when the mitochondria decided to drift away from the nucleus of ART.Many of the problems that trouble many of the American people on the daily whether we're elaborating on systematic racism that plaques the innovative ,sexism when it comes to the daughters of Mother Nature, or homophobic /trans-phobic behavior is passed down by parental guardians whom don't know the purity of true LOVE.If every form of activism was inclusive toward those no matter what his or her background may be.Whether hood' or the suburbs but most of all regardless if you understand or have face this particular issue before or NOT.Activism ISN'T shit if you doesn't include everyone in fact that's just plain ol' selfishness is the name of something that's meant to save our world.The media has used both scapegoating and or divide and conquer tactics to distract us from what's the divine truth or divine intervention whichever comes first.Truth be told inspiration surrounds us in form of unseen particles but does one forcefully seek inspiration or stumble upon after reaching a certain stage in life?A journey isn't absolutely necessary to locate yourself or the path you choose.Finding comfort within the hall of your own mind can pinpoint the negativity that weighs use down and blocks US from assisting others whom need us way more. The human body can be deemed a vast canvas or an esteemed body of water equivalent to an ocean transporting the characteristics of profound depth and a wave of familiarity.A pond symbolize the beginning of stages which identities and welcoming those who began in the same fashion.Personification within The Archives can share the meaning of Mother Nature speaking with a singular breath commonly know as the wind.*thinks about free lance essays written in fresh blue ink*Artistic visions of various journalistic concerts and the publisher will nervously smile with a sunflower perfectly in hand via ye old flower bed.Literature and poetry aren't just equivalent to creativity but to love that still is or once was.Treasure memories both new and old.Thoughts of the life of a "Flower Child" enter the airwaves beyond a layer of harmonizing sounds.An old soul in a modern world with thought process of a space cadet.Share your new vintage ideas despite how technologically advanced the world has become.Emulate the voice of reasoning that gently lays vocals upon the instrumental.Perfect shading and character design from the souls of your feet toward free minded cloud brethren.Reminisce of the inspirational growth within while nurturing the seedlings new life.Though a key part of defining the reasoning behind this particular hiatus desiring to present positivism to a world deemed overwhelmingly negative to where The Archives are indeed flooded with them.And the other part of which was spoken of is regret of the amount of effort that was put forth when the mitochondria decided to drift away from the nuclei when difficulty arises (Every singular being is equivalent to a nuclei.)Various problems that trouble many of us daily whether we're speaking of racism,sexism.homophobia,trans phobia,etc could be if every form of activism was inclusive toward everyone no matter what he or her background may be.Whether hood' or the suburbs but most of all regardless if you understand or have face this particular issue before or NOT.Activism ISN'T shit if you doesn't include everyone in fact that's just plain ol' selfishness is the name of something that's meant to save our world.The media has used both scapegoating and or divide and conquer tactics to distract us from what's the divine truth or divine intervention whichever comes first... 








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