Category: Art
You’re Gonna Hear Me Roar
Truth is, my good lad
You can’t handle what I am
You weren’t bred for the likes of me
You require a docile house cat
Better yet
A lap dog
Who will be submissive
And lick your feet;
stroke your ego
Not this girl
No
Honey, I am a cunning vixen
A proud lioness
A she-wolf
I’m a wild beast of a thing
Untamed
With unbridled passion
So my dear boy
Stand back
And hear me roar
This is My Face
This is My Face
An average face it is indeed
Asymmetrical
Nothing outstanding or striking
Neither pretty nor hideous
Just a face
My face
This is my skin
Scarred golden goodness
To some, too light
To others, too dark
To me, it’s just as shell… except that it’s not
Not in this world
In this country
It’s a sign
A flag
A lightening rod for
snap judgements and discrimination
These are my lips
Luscious and full
A nod to my heritage
Holding back screams
As I helplessly witness
The agony of my people
MY people
My fellow blacks
My fellow women
My fellow Muslims
These are my eyes
Heavy-lidded and tired
Oh the tears these eyes have cried
Over so many things
Both great and small
Feeling the pain of others as if it were my own
Feeling my own sufferings
This is my mind
That worries day and night
Knowing
That my brothers could literally have been John Crawford III
That they still can be…
Carelessly taken out by the Boys in Blue
This is my heart
That races
Skips beats
Stops
With the fear and anxiety
That my nephews
My baby boys
Could have literally been
Tamir Rice
Could still be…
A bright young light snuffed out far too soon
By those who vowed to protect and serve us
This is my soul
That aches and trembles
Knowing that my mother
My sisters
My nieces
Are harassed
Assaulted
Set on fire
Because of the way they dress
This is my faith
That has never abused nor oppressed me
That has never stifled nor restricted me
Because I am blessed to know the difference
Between culture and religion
The only oppression I have ever felt is at the hands of the very country I call my home
America
This is my home
My country
And while they, in their ignorance,
might like to deport me
Jeer at me to “go home”
They are too blinded by my covered body
And their own hate to realize
I am home
The blood, sweat and tears of my slave and indigenous ancestors have irrigated the very soil they walk upon
This is my life
I don’t know where I am
Or where I’m going
But I’m am not lost
In a world filled
with confusion
Fear
Hate
Anger
And sadness
I shall rise
Fight
And overcome
This is my life
This is my face
Is She Crazy??
No, no I’m not crazy, I swear on the blue birds over flying over the rainbow! *insert mischievous smirking emoji here*
So, why did I choose the name Krazy Aunt Kat for my blog? (it’s also the name of my personal Instagram account, follow up) Well, I like to pretend I’m the eccentric yet ever so wise spinster aunt to my 12 nieces and nephews. They all call me Aunt Kat, so adding Krazy at the begging was fitting..At least I thought so.
If you’ve read the about you know that I’m 27 from Ohio, hecka single, trying live my best life. When I was younger, I had a whole idea of what my life would be like at this age: married, kids, the cliche. Boy was infitely wrong! And at first I was upset about it, I felt lost, I was angry at myself for not being able to “figure my life out”, but I’ve come to realize, there is nothing to figure out. Life is a journey, and to live our best life, we need to fully experiance the now, revel in it, dance in it. Don’t worry too much about what could be (that isn’t to say we shouldn’t have goals), and never ever waste your time thinking about should have been because guess what, if it should have been, it would have been.
That’s all for now sweeties, have a blessed day.
XOXO,
Aunt Kat
One of the most destructive things you can do is compare you life to those of others; to compare their successes to yours, or lack thereof. There is, afterall, no roadmap to life that we all should be following. How could there be, if we all want different things? Are going different places? Your path is completely your own and attempting to follow the path of others is the surest way to get lost.
– Krazy Aunt Kat
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Here We Go
So… here we go.
Down the rabbit hole
Through the deepest crevices of my mind.
To the haunting abyss of my soul..
Lol, just kidding, this isn’t going to be a sad blog, just a real and honest one, full of my life, my truths and my opinions. To those of you reading that already know me, “heeeeeey!!!” to those who don’t, “good to meet yah.”. I’ll tell you a little bit more about me and why I chose the title for the blog and all the jazz in my next post so stay tunes.
XOXO,
Aunt Kat
