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The American Sisterhood:

A True Transcendence of Race, or a Mask for Complicity?Why woman of color remain guarded around their white counterparts. The reality is, white women rarely approach the topic of empathy in a truly genuine way. When they say they want to talk about “empathy,” what they really mean is “identification.” Their ability to understand your fears, lived experiences, or systemic challenges is frequently…

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It's just two small pills, see?

I scooped them up nonchalantly and slipped them in my bag, as I would a pack of gum or those caramel flavored candies – you know, the ones every grandmother holds onto in hopes of convincing her grandchildren to stick around just a moment longer – you know, the ones covered in lint and hope, buried in that well-worn purse she’s carried for years –you know the one.Then I went home to say…

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You are four years old. Mother enters the room, her presence a silent storm. Carrying an unquenched thirst, you throw yourself into her arms.With all her strength she pushes you away.“DON’T…touch me.”Without a sound, you tiptoe to lie beside her, just out of reach.If you make a mistake she’ll push you away again.This much you know.You’ve mustered up some courage today,undoubtedly out of…

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"Grief is the price we pay for love"

Is that why grieving the loss of abusive family members when you go no contact is particularly difficult?Because we’re paying the price for love we deserve and long for, but never received?It’s hard to articulate to people that don’t understand.It feels like we’re paying someone else’s karmic debt.

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The more you know the less you understand.

Tao te Ching

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Wear gratitude like a cloak and it will feed every corner of your life.

Rumi

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Ailments unseen to the naked eye are also excruciating & torturous.Tread softly; all know pain. We are swimming in a sea of broken children.

Cristine Yu

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Most live with a lack of understanding that they hold power & capabilities to be harnessed; hope eternal. Life can be moulded to ones' fancy.

Cristine Yu

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Tradition will destroy you if you let it. Be weary of what is to be preserved; the rest can burn & if necessary, will reemerge, true. Evolve

Cristine Yu

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Man’s conscience cannot be quieted by fresh devices; it can only be calmed by a change of life, for which no justification is needed.

Leo Tolstoy

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She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes.

T.S. Eliot

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“Narrative is about understanding what it is like to have the life of someone else, and it is enormously important because our moral intelligence is developed that way.” -Scott Turow, novelist and former U.S. Attorney

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“Nothing could have been worse for the development of my mind than Dr. Butler’s school...The school as a means of education to me was simply a blank.” -Charles Darwin, Autobiography

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“I remember standing on a street corner with the black painter Beauford Delaney...and he pointed down and said, ‘Look.’ I looked and all I saw was water. And he said, ‘Look again,’ which I did, and I saw oil on the water and the city reflected in the puddle. It was a great revelation to me.” -James Baldwin, The Paris Review, Interview by Jordan Elgrably

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A magician creates various things; Such as horses, elephants and so forth. His creations do not actually exist; You should know all things in the same way.

Buddha - King of Concentration Sutra

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My soul was a burden, bruised and bleeding. It was tired of the man who carried it, but I found no place to set it down to rest. Neither the charm of the countryside nor the sweet scents of the garden would soothe it. It found no peace in song or laughter, none in the company of friends at table or in the pleasures of love, none even in books or poetry...Where could my heart find refuge from itself? Where could I go, yet leave myself behind?

Saint Augustine

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Indifference embodies each word and every action; Hastiness refrains her from obtaining a savory outcome. Frivolously striking blows that would have anyone up in flames,
this is sadistic to say the least, always relishing what succumbs. Is it an acquired skill or raw art? To benumb without acknowledgement?