Art and Poetry

QUIET ROAR

Stepping out of the shadows No more lurking behind the scenes Time for her to take center stage Shine the spotlight please All eyes on she She who is me Time for the flower to bloom Rise to your feet as the Queen enters the room Shining like the brightest star You can’t block her rays Move out of her way Close your mouth and open your ears She has something to say Meekness often mistaken for weakness, Hear this lioness roar! Author: Tanika Feaster Email: tdfeaster@write4u.net Author Bio: Tanika Feaster is a freelance writer/blogger specializing in the health/wellness and spirituality niches.

PHOTOSYNTHESIS

We raise our daughters Be strong, be bold, be beautiful We brush their hair Garden girls with meadow heads Perfect wives, loving mothers Not forces to be reckoned with We raise our daughters but encourage their heads to grow towards the ground I refuse to fall I refuse to be weighted, anchored by the image you set out for me Like clothes on a bed Before I could even fit into them We raise our daughters but only to fit As if love had a certain shape A mold or it would break Conditional and cracking As a little girl I played in the garden My hair fell out of messy plaits I felt pretty amongst the flowers My sister and I We became garden girls with meadow heads Important and beautiful And as we grew higher our hair grew lower We gained shackles that grew to our sacrum That wisped in the wind,...

ROOTS (YOU)

Never forget your roots, where you come from. Otherwise your blood will shout of the history of your ancestors when you least expect it. Eat your roots, drink them, swallow them, digest them, they dwell within you. If not, people will remind you by discriminating you. Never forget the warmth of your blood. Yet accept and love all cultures and traditions which adorn our world. Never forget the one who conceived you in labour and pain. And the masculine arms who carried you within the walls of your home. Never forget the struggle they have been through to settle in a foreign country so that you had a chance do to better than they did. Never forget the earth that made this body of clay, one day when God said that what he made was “good”. Never forget to honour the breath he has breathed in yo...

HARNESS x WOMEN THAT ROCK: MAELYN, BABE PATROL, LUECK

What better way to celebrate the female empowerment movement than through music? Here at Harness, we’ve decided to collaborate with Women That Rock to bring you the best rising females in music. This will be a monthly curated list for your listening pleasure. Please check out the bands, listen, support and let us know your favorites! Also, you can check out Women That Rock on instagram to get your daily dose of female inspired music. Maelyn Maelyn is a new musical project by vocalist and songwriter Maddy Jarmon and guitarist/producer Daniel Kim. Conceived May 2016 in Brooklyn, NY, Maelyn’s sound is an intricate, seamless blend of singer/songwriter rock and thick, heavy electronic tones. Maelyn’s music washes over you; it’s both danceable and meditative, upbeat and musing. Jarmon’s vocal pr...

A RAY OF HOPE

There once lived a swan her world a hullabaloo beauty camouflaged in flaws her spirit the strongest hue she battled on with the current upstream struggling to catch up hesitant to break a beam landing herself in an unfamiliar dawn she began to swallow the verity alone intense and vulnerable she bore a heart of mayhem masked under serenity on one of those days of flounder a cob flew down , his wings fluttering he dabbled along her side helping her reach her food with a swing as he swam past her wake sweeping the ruffling ripples with ease the still waters transpiring her reflection he made her look at the beauty she never knew she was as the moons shined on the cob continued showing her the path the obstacles never seized, but she would now not dither as she realized she was indeed a beauti...

UNABLE TO SOAR & METAMORPHOSIS

Unable to Soar    She curled her body within the flowers. As the stems grew, she attached her limbs to the twigs—wove herself a cocoon and closed her eyes for her first rest. When she hatched, no one was waiting for her to spread her wings. She stretched out and watched the sky above her; she would not—could not—join the clouds. Her breath rose and she gathered her wings into the flowers until her wings were lost in the transparent colors. She became a reflection, a mirror with nobody but herself looking in.   Metamorphosis   She spins coils around the past,   chooses to sink within the silk   to prepare for the breach in her external self.   She dissolves and resolves,  rearranges her living parts and pieces  to shake away the skin she no longer needs.   She dreams of the day she can soar...

STILL STANDING & LOVED

Still Standing  After all the   Pushing and pulling   Giving and taking  Tears and screams  I’ve wiped my eyes   No longer will you  Control my life  I’ve been through  Much worse than you  And I’m still standing    Loved  I don’t need the spotlight  Or the adoring crowds  I don’t need the validation  Of people who in time may  Become a blip in my past    I don’t need constant  Reassurance that  I am worth their time  What I need is comfort  And love  True love, real love  Unconditional love    The kind of love that fills you with light  The kind of love that makes you  Radiate with joy  The kind that fills you with butterflies and  Makes your heart race  I don’t ask for much  All I desire is to be   Loved for who I am  And who I will become  ...

CELEBRATE LIFE

Take life as it comes,  Embrace the unwanted flaws,  Learn from the mistakes and failures,  Focus on the positives of life,   Practice what you like  That makes you and   people you love happy.   Those who genuinely care  will love you for who you are,  Even with all your weirdness.  Remember nothing is one hundred percent.  Even fingers you are born   with on your hands  Are not of same sizes.   Life is a celebration   that is to be celebrated like our festivals  With love, happiness, gratitude,   Care and respect.  Celebrate life. Be authentic. Have fun.   You only live once   And your time in this world   is too valuable.    Author: Anisha K Chhetri Email: anishakhadka@icloud.com Author Bio: *From Virginia. *Native American, Nepalese. *Freelance Photographer, Music Video Director, Edito...

THIS WEEK’S WEATHER

there are days that my mind blows in circles  full pressure towards the same place.  some days   I cannot find daylight  and night time stays dark.  I’d say that every cloud has a lining,  that rain stops,  but it’s only to breathe, begin again.  my heart is full of scars  my hands are full of…    There are hours that I stare at the rain   tapping the window—  it feels like more than me and  nothing else feels real:   sadness isn’t even a memory;  happiness  feels so fragile,   a distant dream.  my hands are full of     on sunny days  you said you’d be there,  and in the moments that you were  the clouds cleared  for a sweet second.  I felt you close  my heart never felt so light.  breathing was easy  I felt your breath in my hair,   how your shirt was damp from my tears.  I felt your hand...

BLEMISHES

Cover it up cover it up!  There’s gotta be a product for this  a product for that  Eyes. Ears. Skin. Hair.  Size. Color. Sound. Scent. Feel.    But don’t feel   bad  about being told you should feel bad  about your imperfections  your Eyes. Ears. Skin. Hair.  Size. Color. Sound. Scent. Feel.    I bet that model doesn’t feel  a sinking sense of disappointment  when she sees the modifications  on the presentation  of her Eyes. Ears. Skin. Hair.  Size. Color. Sound. Scent. Feel.    It’s funny how I can feel  at twenty-five   like I did at fifteen  when I felt like my blemishes  were too obscene   & I needed to not be seen.   not my Eyes. Ears. Skin. Hair.  Size. Color. Sound. Scent. Feel.    But these blemishes of my   Eyes. Ears. Skin. Hair.  Size. Color. Sound. Scent. Feel.  aren’t all ...

RUIN IS THE ROAD TO TRANSFORMATION

RUIN IS THE ROAD TO TRANSFORMATION Photographer: Irene Ferri – www.ireneferri.com Models: Marcella Faraci | Gisele da Silva Pattacini Wardrobe Stylist – MUA: Martina Lanzi Location: Officine Meccaniche Reggiane – Mechanical Workshops of Reggio Emilia (Italy) About the location: The factory was founded in 1901 in Reggio Emilia and has become very famous as Italian aircraft manufacturer during World War II. After several takeovers by different groups, it has been abandoned in 2008. Plenty of street artists have converged in the buildings over time and painted its walls; the location has been shot in renowned movies and music videos too. Today, the factory has been left alone, mainly inhabited by homeless people. Regardless of the obvious urgency to take control of the situa...

JOURNEY OF THE CREATIVE SELF – HOW TO GAIN BACK WHAT’S BEEN LOST

As a child we think up imaginary friends, play in worlds unknown to others, and create without thought to surrounding outsiders. When I was 11 years old my mom bought me a small red leather notebook with gold dipped edges. I filled the pages with a story as my pen wrote effortlessly with scene after scene appearing in my head. Creating came easy. Fast-forward nine years and I sat in a creative writing class with a professor who assigned us the task of writing in a journal for 30 minutes a day. You would think that the young imaginative girl with the red leather notebook would have flourished with such an assignment. Yet instead I stared at the empty pages paralyzed. What changed? When we grow up and enter our teenage years, our self-understanding and awareness of others intensifies. Unfort...

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