#be mindful

I'm not particularly offended by it, but the lack of knowledge on this really turns me off from tryna talk to y'all. Someone could be really offended by it.

Be mindful! Even if you aren't using it as a slur, that doesn't mean it isn't one.

You think your reasoning for using it or belief it causing no harm using it is self deception. All it does is spread the ideology of the people who created or co-opted it.

And hurts people, especially and disproportionately, oppressed people.

They want to recruit people, and change the way people think, and our society for the worse.

I fully notice how everything adds to existing bigotry, overton window shifting, normalization of hate and hateful ideology including words, phrases and memes.

It's very important everyone else notices too.

By: Rivas, Reynante,Lara

(GE5 TTH 9:00AM-10:30AM)

A Mind Full of Unspoken Words Have you ever felt your mind overflowing with thoughts, emotions, and words you’re terrified to speak out loud? It’s a constant, roaring chatter inside, yet the moment you try to share, you become mute.

Lately, I’ve been living in that silence—carrying a heavy, invisible backpack filled with unspoken words. My mind feels like a crowded room with too many voices vying for attention, but the door is locked, and I’m the only one with the key.

These aren't just random thoughts; they are fragments of my soul, echoes of experiences I never processed. They are the heartfelt things I wish I could say, but fear holds me back. They are confessions I want to make, but the vulnerability scares me. They are creative ideas I have, but self-doubt silences them instantly.

Sometimes, I wonder what would happen if I opened the door. If I let the words spill out like a rushing river. Would people listen, or would they be overwhelmed? Would they understand, or would they judge?The fear of being seen—truly seen—and rejected keeps me in this silent prison. But I’ve realized that these unspoken words are not just weighing me down; they are keeping me stuck. They are the roots of my anxiety and uncertainty.

So, how do I empty this crowded room?It starts with finding the courage to speak, write, or create—even if it’s just for myself. It’s about accepting that these words, no matter how messy or imperfect, are a part of me, and that is okay.

Vulnerability is not weakness; it is the ultimate form of strength. My words have power, and sharing them is a form of liberation.

If you are carrying a mind full of unspoken words, I encourage you to take a deep breath and let them out. Write them down, paint them, scream them, or speak them to someone you trust.