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The Beginning.

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“Society’s Glitch” by @its.moofasa on Instagram 🖤 Acrylic on canvas  Feb. 2019 “I decided to name this painting “Society’s Glitch” as it reflects upon the African-American woman’s experience, specifically those who have darker skin.  African Americans and black people around the world fear of persecution on the daily for being noticed and at the same time they don’t feel noticed enough in regards to proper self representation.” “It was historically preferential to have chosen a lighter skin or even a mixed heritage black woman to represent all black women in the media. Therefore establishing a beauty standard that did not include natural curly/kinky hair textures or a darker skin color. The natural black woman was labeled as “too distracting” or “ghetto” for no intelligible reason. So then attempting to blend in with the straight blonde wig, blue eye contacts, and skin bleaching, the dark skinned black woman was labeled as “crazy” or “white washed”. Hated for being herself and hated for trying to blend in, society has for the longest demonstrated its frustration with her existence, unknowledgeable on what to do with her, they’d just prefer to ignore her and pretend as though she doesn’t exist. Out of sight, out of mind.” “That is why I’ve decided to pixelate her entire image because we can make out what she is from afar but you cannot see who she is. So you get up close and personal, then you realize you actually don’t really see her at all anymore. Once you realize the complexity of the blocks that made her, you reveal the stunning effort of artistic presence. Just as the dark skinned black woman was/is in the representative media today.” Dear melanated woman, you are art 🖤🖤🖤 #SupportBlackArt #itsmoofasa https://www.instagram.com/p/CKew0ighmN9/?igshid=xxiesiuov05g

Fall

Back in my tropical hometown , we dream of fall while cohabiting with monsoons and summers. We feel the december snowflakes melt on our cheeks through dimly lit screens and claim ," I shall experience that someday." So what do I , a once resident of this city , do when August approaches the outskirts of Seattle? Do I feel overjoyed ? Eagerly await to see the leaves kiss the pavements ? Oh no no. I panic.

I rush towards my window which oversees the maple trees, which are now dancing to the windy tunes of Callaveria Rusticana. With every step a week , every breath a day and every blink a moment lost,as the acid of mania burns through my layers of senses and I can't help but think "I am SO not prepared for this". I quickly reach out for the window pane and shut them tight lest the gale gushes in to set forth an upheaval. With the wailing wind pounding on the glass and a pounding heart , I sink into the floor beneath me.

It was not meant to be like this, it had never been this way in the poems of longfellow ,Keats or the movies wherein lovers walk in yellowed parks. This that threatens to break in any moment , is it a catastrophe that's only meant for me ? Was all that I had envisioned all these days merely a phantom of a rosy dream? Why, yesterday I had carved out a pumpkin and lit it with pine scented candles . I had learnt to bake the most delicious pumpkin pie and picked the most succulent apples for a mouth watering cup of apple cidars. Happiness and beauty ,isn't it what these months are all about ? So why do I feel this unknown tinge of sorrow leaking from the corner of my eyes ?

Suddenly, I heard the faint clicking of the key turning in the metal keyhole ." No !" I screamed as I almost tumbled down the staircase but it was too late . I watched with horrified eyes as a multitude of leaves stormed in surfing upon the tumultuous gale and occupied every corner of my once-tidy room. It was then that I realized that I had been holding my breath for so long and so I finally let it go. Smiling , I picked up a brown leaf from the floor and walked upto the window . Alas , the fall came in.

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