This morning, I opened my dry, puffy eyes, recalled everything that happened over the past few days, allowed the pain of it all to slowly consume me, and then…
And then, I made a promise to myself.
I swore to build my entire financial empire upon the disrespect, aggression, insecurity, violence, objectification, abuse, degradation, invalidation, and toxicity that men use to keep us, as women, down and raise themselves up.
I’m going to turn all my trauma into hard cash, and I’m going to use the very system which oppresses me to do it.
Like me, Rupi Kaur is a first-generation, Indian-Canadian (not Indian-American, but still very similar), twenty-something-year-old woman [and poet].
This isn’t exactly a “concoction” a girl like myself, who didn’t know any other writers [or even about the #WritingCommunity] until just a few months ago], saw every day…. Or, any day, really [outside of myself].
In fact, I still don’t.
We’re minorities in more ways than one and, in that, I absolutely knew I had to check out Rupi’s poetry when she dropped her first book, Milk and honey.
Isn’t it intriguing how the word “humanity” is used to describe virtue, and yet, human beings are notorious for ultimately destroying just about everything we touch?
Exhibit A: Mother Earth.
Exhibit B:Each other.
There’s no denying it — human beings are curious creatures. For a species which perpetually glorifies goodness, we tend to do an awful lot of crooked things. Still, the question remains: are human beings plagued by evil, or are we actually the plague in ourselves?
It was upon the poetic pages of his renowned Divine Comedy that Dante Alighieri ascended. He famously commenced his journey in Inferno, and later reached Paradiso. The speaker in Devolution, however, is on a slightly different journey. Rather than drawing nearer to Paradiso, she can only journey further away from bliss. It is by God’s design that our tragic heroine continues to slip and fall, and it is by His will that she descends. Will she find redemption before the pages run inkless, or will she be doomed to the depraved depths of Inferno forevermore? Only Time will tell.
I don’t usually do book reviews; this is actually the first one I’ve ever posted on this blog.
But then, I read a book so magnificent that I just knew I had to change my custom. I mean, I usually have trouble committing to a book, but in the case of Nefelibata, I was just about ready to propose to my Kindle.
I gave up actual airplane sleep just to read it, you guys.
I’ve felt for a while now that if just a few things had gone differently for me, I might’ve grown up to be a sociopath.
Don’t believe me? Read my fiction someday [whenever I actually finish and publish some], or even take a glance at a few of my published poems.
This feeling, this suspicion… It’s why so many of my main characters embody sociopathic traits alongside a downtrodden, but at least somewhat decent, heart. In that way, they’re really alternate versions of myself. I use them to take on experiences I’ve never had, and to see how my life might’ve played out had I completely lost touch with my conscience.
Paige VanZant is the she-hero I never knew I needed in my life.
Let me start off by saying that I know I’ve only been posting [and tweeting] about my creative writing ventures lately. Right now, however, I want to talk about the other half of my life: Mixed Martial Arts (known, for short, as MMA).
I’m still in the early[ish] stages of my training, of course. But, that doesn’t mean MMA isn’t a huge part of my life. In fact, when I’m not writing, eating, sleeping, showering, or driving, I’m at the gym training with my coachor on my own.