Social Issues (Page 4)

A cool-toned photo of human arms, with chains wrapped around their wrists, hands raised above a crowd. The chain between their wrists is breaking, expressing the message of gained freedom through fight.

Liberty, expanded (speech)

Liberty is having agency over one’s own destiny and decisions. Liberty cannot truly exist without the ability to govern what happens to and with one’s own body.

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A close-up photo of a man handing a handful of soil to a girl, who has her hands cupped just below his.

Legacy (thoughts)

Good, bad, and ugly, we have all been given a legacy. It is up to us to decide what pieces, if any, are worthy of handing down…

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The United States Declaration of Independence, lying on a wooden table, with an American flag casually draped across the table above it.

Liberty (article)

Liberty is having agency over one’s own destiny and decisions. Liberty cannot truly exist without the ability to govern what happens to and with one’s own body.

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A diverse group of people wait in line to vote at a local polling location.

One. (article)

After the last vote has been cast and the election is decided, the real work begins.

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A photo composite of vintage punk vinyl album sleeves from the late 1970s and early 1980s, including Ramones, The Clash, Sex Pistols, The Fall, Savage Republic, and Dead Kennedys. The overlayed image contains the silhouette of a spike-haired punk rocker jumping with one leg in front and the other bent backward at the knee. Overall the finished piece is red, orange, yellow, and black with elements that obscure the LP art behind it.

To me, punk is love. (thoughts)

We stand up, shout out, punch up, and don’t punch out until the message is heard loud and clear.

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A dense, green forest with a grove of beech trees and lush undergrowth.

ever lost (a poem)

deep in the green
buried amongst the trees
no discernible path
no place to bed down
I struggle to find
my way

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The US Capitol building dome is aglow as the sun sets for the evening. The blue sky is partially covered by purple and pink clouds colored by the setting sun. Shot from the water across from the halls of Congress.

It’s a con job (a consistent poem)

A
confirmation
of
CONTROL.

Congratulations
to the
CONSTRUCT.

TW: Politics

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A stork and gulls sit atop the rubbish in a public landfill.

A Mother’s Day (a poem)

I live on land that is not mine.
Her people, long departed,
left not a trace.
Their legacy, a world in balance.

I am not like them.

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An empty school hallway with rust-colored, painted student lockers and yellow-beige walls. A single tan, covered garbage can sits aside one of the walls.

Another… (an anaphoric poem)

Another family dinner.
Another empty room.
Another grieving parent.
Another lost too soon.

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The cross atop a church is visible as it rises above a dark, block wall with barbed wire across the top, in the foreground.

Justification (thoughts)

If we use immoral means to achieve peace,
will we ever truly have it?

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