Saturday, November 21, 2009

as the HIV/AIDS epidemic spreads so does the advertisements to stop the spread. o remember in the summer going to "the new museum" in Manhattan and there was a section with photographs from different places which all had a red ribbon hidden inside the images. what shocked me about the images was that they didn't shock me or want me to make a stand against the virus, it was sort of like a new found fashion statement. the below image makes me want to do something as well as shows me that others are beginning to rise up and fight.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
HIV/AIDS IS SERIOUS; NOT BECAUSE THE DAMAGE IT DOES TO THOSE PERSONALLY FACING THE DISEASE AND THEIR FAMILIES BUT BECAUSE IT IS A NATIONAL STRUGGLE. WITHIN THIS HORRIFIC STRUGGLE THERE ARE THOSE THAT CONTINUE TO FIGHT;
THIS VIDEO STOOD OUT TO ME BECAUSE THE STUDENTS WEREN'T TALKING ABOUT DYING FROM HIV/AIDS, BUT THE IMPORTANCE OF EDUCATION. WE NEED TO CONTINUOUSLY EDUCATE OUR YOUTH HOLISTICALLY.
THIS VIDEO STOOD OUT TO ME BECAUSE THE STUDENTS WEREN'T TALKING ABOUT DYING FROM HIV/AIDS, BUT THE IMPORTANCE OF EDUCATION. WE NEED TO CONTINUOUSLY EDUCATE OUR YOUTH HOLISTICALLY.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
PIECE FROM A WORKSHOP
she could roll blunts longer than your sarcastic punch line
the wax rolled down her candles on her bedside like swaggy stilloets after a long night out
i never seen such an energetic lost soul beam words like light into folds of notebooks
you manipulated her dreams
turned them into sewage
you curved pages at the chapel like strippers on couches
imprinted your mark on her fingertips like fingers on love handles
_my dear bible
i leave you backsides for morning brunch and fingertips for dinner
the wax rolled down her candles on her bedside like swaggy stilloets after a long night out
i never seen such an energetic lost soul beam words like light into folds of notebooks
you manipulated her dreams
turned them into sewage
you curved pages at the chapel like strippers on couches
imprinted your mark on her fingertips like fingers on love handles
_my dear bible
i leave you backsides for morning brunch and fingertips for dinner
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