by Tasha Fierce | Oct 28, 2022 | musings of a black femme, poetry
I’m tired of being happy for other people I know that makes me selfish Or maybe human It’s not that I don’t want other folks to thrive / I do I love seeing the joy in your faces & celebrating your wins & I want us all to get ours Get what we have worked for so...
by Tasha Fierce | Apr 18, 2021 | capitalism, media analysis, musings of a black femme, politics, racism & white supremacy, talkin' greasy, writing on writing
I’m in the midst of writing the proposal for MAGICAL DEPRESSIVE REALISM and I’ve been thinking about mainstream success, what it does to your perspective, what it requires you forsake and leave behind. In the social media microwave background are...
by Tasha Fierce | Nov 3, 2020 | magical depressive realism
(reposted from instagram for accessibility) The phoenix. A brilliantly colored bird that burns to ash only to rise again & fly away home in an ever-repeating cycle. A resurrectionist, practiced in the craft of making themselves whole after tearing themselves...
by Tasha Fierce | Oct 29, 2020 | musings of a black femme, poetry
is this depression? it’s anticipatory grief it’s the loss of a future it’s here-and-now grief it’s a pandemic it’s anger for having seen this coming it’s despair for our chances of surviving it’s regret for all i...
by Tasha Fierce | Oct 7, 2020 | magical depressive realism
(reposted from instagram for accessibility) TW: death, suicide attempts, hospitalization, r*pe, IPV, police violence — This moment in time feels like The End for a lot of us. The myriad crises we are facing—white supremacist fascism, climate chaos, ever-mounting...
