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A Woman Turned Mom At 18 Became Fashion Industry Exe And Stands For Woman Equality

Isadora Versiani, experienced sexism in the fashion industry. Worked full time while becoming a face behind two major fashion brands. Director of Andre Assous and BCBG did not happen overnight for her. She had struggle with the idea of going to college. She had to have the support of family. Keeping dedication at the forefront of her works. Isadora thought to herself there was not enough woman getting high-power positions in the industry. Her priority was simple, get a degree and learn her roles quickly.

Getting a degree was more than the fight. She encourages more woman to find a mentor that is of that sex to help. I believe this is very true. As most people are on the page for fighting for equality in a work place. This #MeToo movement has became the staple of American fabrics within current society. Society was like, “Woman should be put in place, used for  our sexual glorification”. Then there was an uproar of them fighting back. As there are many woman like Isadora who want to help push the waves that are happening in today’s generation.

She reaches out to the youth encouraging them to stay on the right path. As this is ideal if you want to see success in fashion. Being a creative behind this brand, she respects her power. She prides what she is doing. The fashion community is looking forward to see what she is going to do. Pushing the mold for what woman are viewed as. Finding success for your passions.

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Spike Lee Takes A Stand Against Abortion

Spike Lee calls for a multi-million dollar production company to shut it down. The heartbeat law could affect woman from getting abortions. Which means that in as little as six weeks, the woman as to decide if they want the baby or not. This could be problematic, affecting people wants for a choice free society. No woman wants to be restricted from unwanted circumstances that happened. Preventing them from a life-changing choice that could change their life.

I myself had made some serious error in my life. I became a person that always distorted reality. Not thinking about the circumstances of my situation. That is when I wished I had 2nd chances at life. If Georgia Hollywood decides to take a stand. This could change the conversation and even influence the economics. Which would make people stand on the side of pro life. The debate in itself has gotten a lot of news coverage.

 

Ego Is Making Black Culture Become Extinct

Right now in current culture, competition has westernized the black male. Competition has helped molded the conscious culture not to speak out of love. But to prove that I can lead off being more smarter than you. While drinking heavy doses of liquor, bottle by bottle. Sitting in a throne with a head held so high you can not even see the ones falling before you parish. When we think of our economic resources, we talk with hot air spending it out of ignorance.

 

The ignorance of our sin has given a grace to breed a species that only care of themselves. Drinking  poisons that are fed from billion dollar industries that were built off the backs of slaves. Only for them to display our culture as people that need to worship the material possessions. Becoming even more rich as our people die, day by day. While we have our artist re-chant the songs that make corporate america even more rich.

 

It has gotten so bad to the point black media as an indie source now self-destructs on it’s own. Because of the lies that are woven so deep into our culture for years and years. That it has gotten to the point, I do not even have to do it. It self drives it’s own destiny. As the rich smiles in our face, while the broken boy that is black faces a destiny of being shot. Then the rich people laughs even more as our worshiped artist sings this same song.

 

We embraced a capitalistic mindset when we can not accomplish true capitalism that makes this culture go further. While this is happening, the black race is being at face for extinction. Making everything that encompass an African-american culture become non-existent. Ego has became a forefront, making our hands beat on our chest as it has always been depicted.

Weed Was More Than Habit, It Healed

I was parched as some high intensity heat beating down on my head. I walked black concrete down long shallow roads. The roads extended out of my pupil, peering on the roadside out my window. My head veered over as I feel a blank fog covering my mind. Forgetting every important task that I could not complete today. I almost felt a sense of hopelessness overtake me.

 

Before I decide to act out on my day, I had thoughts that we’re hurt. These thoughts had me feel hopeless. Even while doing this, I still lose stuff in the process. These issues was really affecting my confidence. To the point I could not even feel human. It was hard to even explain to the people around me what was going on.

 

That is when I knew I had to take a stand. At this point I tried getting high to take away the stress. When I started smoking, it created a happy place. This happy place put me on the path to do. I kept moving, not thinking about the thoughts that we’re dulling me like an old knife. As soon as the high wore off, I fell down with the high. The high was an ode to kiss my worries behind.

 

They say I needed good problem solving skills. The problem solving skills I had we’re not sufficient. My life was not as easy as one+one, then all my problems would be solved. My self-consciousness was often over bloated to the point I could not see out myself. I had so many problems going on in my world, it held me back.

 

This is what adult hood felt like. It did not mirror that of my carefree days. This almost felt like a mental sickness swallowing my being. This was the man in the mirror going to dust. I really could not even reach out to people. I did not knew we’re to fucking start. Being over bloated my weight losing routine consist of smoking big spliffs. The spliffs we’re great to lose the density despaired in my mind.

 

As I smoke the band aid that lead me to bliss. I wrote down the reasons of why I couldn’t focus internally to come out on top. These behaviors often lead me to other ill behaviors. Which was drinking. My stresses I laid out on this paper we’re simple. The simplicity of what I wrote could not be corrected over night.

 

What I did was simply, change actions to a better me. I had to give out my whys on how becoming better could keep me from the brink of self-destruction. Letting the last of my weed burn down to the tail. I said accountability has to be one of the options for my actions. If I don’t embrace this, I will surely fall to the bottom as I once did. 

Economic Status Drove Someone To The Point Of Suicide

Sat alone, a boy quite in nature, not speaking. His head held down deep into his desk. Not being focused into his school work. He attended private school, his mother courageously broke her back for him to have a better education. This opportunity would be a chance for him to focus. Although yes, he has shoes that are great, the snobs could not understand why they aren’t Saint Laurent. His clothes may have came from thrift shopping but allowed him not to go cold. It still was not good enough to fit into his social setting.

 

He was often tormented by people that had clothes better than him. He comes from a background where his Auntie was addicted on heroin. His father left off to join the army back in Iraq, just for him to be killed in action. Being sixteen, he harbors in his mind of going into the streets. Not because it is the cool thing to do, only because he wants to be able to keep up with the Jones.

 

His tormentors often called him names, saying, “you do not belong in this school.“ you are a  low life scum, that came from the pits of the projects”. Others that sat around these words got a laugh out of it. The laughing carried on for at-least 60 seconds. Some teachers sat back and watched until the first punch was thrown. The boy snapped and threw a punch so hard it knocked his harasser on the floor. Only for him to get on top of his harasser and beat him to a bloody smear that splattered across the floor. A teacher had to interject, screaming his name.

 

Tommy ! Tommy !

 

She tried pulling him off but he would not let. Seeing his moms cry from a hospital bill she had. Only to afford cancer treatments for his one year old brother. Tommy anger would not let up, security had to rush in to break the situation up. The harasser had to be seen from others as he laid on the floor. Half dazed, in astonishment to what just happened in the haymakers that left him nodding off.

 

The principal had to come out of his office, this fight was bad. They end up calling the police as Tommy sat in the office. Waiting for his judgement to be heard. At this point, Tommy knew that his track record does not look good. He skipped class a couple times in order not to go to school. He got tired of being seen as an outsider. His mother did not want to let the teachers know of their personal dealings. As this would take away from the child’s education and the way he is seen.

 

Tommy had a grandmother that was the first African-American lady to finish college as a social worker. Before she passed, she knew that the family had seen much struggle and strife. With the economy getting even harder for them. Tommy even felt like more of an outside because he went to school with mainly caucasians, as he was a dark skinned.

 

Tommy got suspended, that same day, he commited suicide. Tommy being an outsider was not able to fit in.  His soul was tired on that day.

Levels To A System I Survived

In life there are the successful and the overwhelmed. Those people who push America to the greatest heights never foreseen to an average person. Those who separated themselves by going after an American fantasy fueled by their own desire to be completed energy in a workflow environment. Becoming a living micro-organism helping the benefits that are employed by high company wages.  Those people are really great aristocrats in a society where doing math numbers helped gave definite answers to an unsolved invention for a humans facets. They have reached the second level from a minimum wage employee doing laborious activity: feeling slaved to American society.

People often at the bottom feel a sense of powerlessness and helplessness. Not being able to become equipped to sit in a class room, having thirst of knowledge. They took a blow to the seat belt strapped, not having leeway to escape this accident. Being in a primal instinctive existence to fight for life, going through trials and tribulations not having a great enigma backing them or their beliefs. This is what separated; human thought, process and action from one another understanding. Also on the same token, this has proven to be America’s best suited warriors to take on the ills that higher leveled minds would never imagined doing. Instilling a sense of humility in their spirit.

I had to pick up my mighty sword: living to fight another day. The position I was birthed in to earn my soils birthright. I was a white lily sinking into the dirt on which blood shed by our human torment had started. Raised by the hand of King Louie and instilled by Genghis Khan to instill human systems that supported their families name. Generations to come, levels are realized by going against the grain for the top to succeed. Levels in life are only an Animals will to devour those that are on a dietary food chain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Traveling Is Worth More Than Money

Hours after punching a clock, going through a rat race to fulfill life’s responsibilities. Sitting in a cold office space drinking hot coffee to stay alive as the time hands move number to number. We endlessly search through our smart phones for the latest happening in order to keep ourselves entertain. Maybe I am a business owner that is in a small town with a mom and pop store. Giving great services to people that are in my area, In hopes that they come back again and again. All in this grand scheme of living a full-filling happy life.

As I am making my ends meet while greeting good faces. All have different creeds and backgrounds. I question my point of reality and wonder. It has to be more to life than what I am doing right now. We open our travel pamphlets. Looking at the world vast and wide. Wishing to hit the vast sea or the worlds open sky in order to experience something new and different.

Traveling is an end goal in which a human being has to accomplish. Why ?   Because of the importance it brings to a person. Why see what is going on in the small town in a different place. There are ancient relics that are left un-explored at our journeys, waiting for us to be seen. Different parts of America are experiencing different clement changes during winter and summer seasons.

In a humans lifetime, traveling is important to a persons psyche. It opens up the realm of possibility that are experience may be missing.