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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.

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. 

Why Having A Great College Degree And Financial Literacy Will Make You A Millionaire In Your Thirties

A IT specialist walked away from his job becoming a millionaire by thirty-nine. He discussed knowing how he was able to save by not buying extra necessities. Being able to know how and when to spend. Not having to worry about his daily financial living expenses. The article stated as long as I am able to save an X amount of money, I will be able to see success. His only down fall might be buying so many clothes. I might take an Uber out a lot, not knowing the benefits of how taking the bus might save me. The IT guy was able to save his money in order to build himself for investments. With a job that makes at least 60 to 100-Thousand a year. How can one not be able to expect to save money and budget accordingly.

While Americans that live below middle class work three jobs to afford rent and be able to save. Then we turn around and say… “HEY ! RAISING THE MINIMUM WAGE WILL BE ABLE TO MAKE ALL PEOPLE EQUAL IN AN ECONOMY WHERE FINANCIAL SECURITY IS NOT FEASIBLE WITH OUT THE PROPER TOOLS NEEDED FOR A PERSON TO SUCCEED.”…OF course this article makes sense in the context for a guy that makes much money and is well educated. I believe one factor this article is missing is that planning ahead for financial success to be able to save money, is a key.

Investing is a great tool needed to become a millionaire. Knowing when to find the proper company to invest your stock in. So you will be able to have a share in a company that is showing or has already great promise.  Become a steady thinker and plan a solid foundation in netting money. These are one of the tools needed to become a solid investor and retire. All means arm your self with knowledge and get that great college degree.

Osiris Is The Spirit Of Yugi Mutou

Slifer The Sky Dragon was a ferocious deity sealed away inside a stone tablet. Atem had this as his stead then to be inherited by Yugi Mutou on the search to gain back the pharaohs memories. This card having been introduced In the battle city arch, was seen as Yugi’s first god card. The original adaptation of Slifer The Sky Dragon was meant to be Osiris The Sky Dragon. Which is a pharaoh that was overseer of the Afterlife and underworld.

Osiris lead his people from great famine, creating fertility among the crops. People during this time believed in ritualistic children sacrifices. Heartache and confusion with people spirituality took a great toll on the land. Making it hard for their country men to  prosper. The god Osiris risen, showing people how to take advantage of their soil. He single handily reverse curses of past rituals, stopping child killings. At the end of it all Osiris met an end. Only to be killed by Set. Jealousy took control of the heart, leading Osiris to an unfortunate end.

Slifer The Sky dragon is an adaptation of Osiris. The qualities that make up the character Osiris is an unique one. He only wanted to protect his people and is described as a protagonist in his story. Yugi Mutou has the same qualities that would make up a pharaoh looking after his people. Offering protection and guidance during the perils of battle. Only to turn out victor at the end of it all. Also the person that killed Osiris has a name familiar to Yugi’s main rival, Seto Kaiba. Both of them fight it out, only to fulfill their inner most desire, Being The King of Duels. Kaiba animosity toward Yu-Gi had no ends. As Kaiba would go through great length just to receive great power, only for Yu-Gi to be able to beat him in the end.

Hidden Colors In Rap Music- The Truth Behind Stereotypes

Stereotypes has always been a factor in our social ladder. Being that the white man can’t jump or a dark skinned American is a super-predator in society. When we combine this with what it means to make music. It holds a stigma on what it means to be an artist. Which would make the people that are in suits, invest dollars into a marketing campaign. That promotes the stereotypes of a certain ethnic group. It is hard for a rapper to tell the truth when he is confided in a box of stereotypes. Being unique sells, but being that of a cloth. Helps the cut become clear in the eyes of the audience. Humans like to see the depiction of a person torment happening in real time. Being the center stage on gods podium. Showcasing self-destruction on the highest realm.

When in reality, the voice behind this artistic form is expressing an out-reach of their environment. If we look at Gucci Mane, he has always been seen as a person that indulges in behavior that would land someone in prison. Having many media beefs, fighting an active citizens guard and even sprawled rap beefs that landed mainstream media attention. Gucci Mane was herald as one of raps terrors. Which helped boosted his marketing campaign through the roof. After getting out of prison, he had a chance to reintroduce himself as more than a rapper. He introduced us to a clean Gucci, living the life of the rich and famous.  In most cases, is sad. When this person was being championed as a super-criminal. Instead of get the proper help he needed when he was out. This is the case of most artist. We glorify their self-destruction until their demons eat away at their vital being.

When we see rappers that are spreading truth. It is often seen as a bore, being a rapper is not good enough. You actually have to embrace the ethos of the streets. Which in all cases is fine. But people are in love with gang culture, which is a thing among a young hustler trying to find his circle of niggas getting to the money. When all of America can not wait to throw this at his next court hearing. Just to put it in writing, that artist of this genre proves to America that we are borderline terrorist. This is not healthy for the mindset of Americans. Again and again, we are accepting nigga-bashing on a platform we’re the teachings of white supremacy helped mold a view point of an inner-city kid.

Rap artist can’t tell societal truths until we accept that this mold has to be broken. Yes, I love to shine. But I shined from the gravel Thomas Jefferson and his cohorts buried us under. Taking advantage of the narcotics that was flown overseen and even extorted inside a crooked cops nose. When I tell the truth, I am even seen as the problem still. Ready to be persecuted again and just be thrown into the court house. Even worse, have my own people go against me. With me having to embrace a me against the world mentality. Now there is nothing wrong with a person expressing themselves in a way that grants them escapism. When I tell the truth, do not write a bullet with my name on it.