Kern Carter's Blog, page 32
August 8, 2022
Poem: Woman
Photo by Kebs Visuals: https://www.pexels.com/photo/portrait-photo-of-a-woman-3992656/If she does not give birth,
She is not called a woman,
If she does not cook or do chores,
She is not considered a woman,
If she does not marry young,
She is not a woman,
If she has money and is successful,
They will say she slept her way to the top,
If she is confident,
They call her a bitch,
Pray tell me what then is a woman huh?
Poem: Woman was originally published in CRY Magazine on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.
Why Can’t We Be Better Humans?
A “Colours of Love and Barriers” theme published in SETU Magazine poem
Deep Down I Feel Like A Loser
I don’t know what my next step is and I’m not ok with that. I know it’ll get better later, but I want things to be better now.
Photo by Louis Hansel on UnsplashHonestly, I’m still figuring out this life shit. I have no idea what steps I should take next. I have no idea what career I’d like to pursue other than to write. I often hear writers make no money. That’s pretty unfortunate. I don’t plan to go through life as a broke B** that likes to write. I hope to make money, but the how is the real question. I can get a job, I can flip a stock, but how the hell can my passion bring me some coins?
I have no clue, but I do know I feel behind as fuck. I’m one semester away from graduating. I was supposed to graduate last semester. I didn’t because online classes suck and I had no idea what I was doing other than choosing not to do my work.
Now I’m left feeling behind as fuck.
I’ve been working hard for four whole years with what feels like nothing to show for it.
I have no car, no apartment, and no large sum of money. I’m living at home in a home where I feel I’ve overstayed my welcome. I am the epitome of uncomfortable if there is such a thing. I feel so incredibly stuck.
I’ve made the dean's list, I’ve secured internships, and I’ve even written a book. I’ve learned how to do my own nails acrylic, gel x, gel, and poly gel. I’m actually pretty good at all. I’ve learned how to read stock charts, and how to invest. I’ve researched crypto and began to invest. I haven’t just been sitting on my ass watching the time pass.
Despite all of this, it does not change the fact that I feel like a loser.
I have friends knee-deep in their careers and striving or unhappy as fuck. I have friends on their knees begging god to release them from the shackles of their homes. I have friends hustling to get out of a bad situation. I have friends that are blissfully clueless about their next step. Then there’s me. Drowning in sorrow, desperately wanting a change to bless me by tomorrow.
I don’t know what to do. The solutions are to get a job, and make more money.
The bigger problem is I don’t want any job. I don’t want any more minimum wage jobs. I currently have three jobs but I still feel broke as fuck. I want a job in my field. I want to get paid for writing, because that is what I love. I love editing too. Getting paid for that would be pretty nice. I just don’t know how to get what it is I am looking for without knowing exactly what I am looking for.
I don’t quite have my life figured out right now. Especially not in the way older adults make you feel like you’re supposed to. I know it’s okay to not have all the answers and not to know what your next step will be.
It’s just not okay with ME.
I’m pretty sure thousands of other 20-something-year-olds can relate, that’s nice. It doesn’t really do anything for me other than stoke my ego.
[image error]Deep Down I Feel Like A Loser was originally published in CRY Magazine on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.
August 5, 2022
August 2, 2022
Poem: Drowned Voice
Photo by Jeswin Thomas: https://www.pexels.com/photo/person-sitting-on-bench-under-tree-1280162/Cutting off these cursed wings is half the battle,
Admitting defeat is the greatest shame,
I can neither look,
Neither cry,
Neither call for help,
For all those I ignored,
Have pushed me to the wall,
So I give up,
I accept my fate.
Poem: Drowned Voice was originally published in CRY Magazine on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.
August 1, 2022
Call For Submissions — When Did Love Overpower Hate
There’s always so many bad things happening in the world that we an point to. I don’t need to list all of them. Your eyes are just as open as mine and you can see, hear, and feel the negativity all around you.
But we’re all still existing, right? We’re all still finding a way to live our lives every day and that’s partly because of love. I really believe that love is what keeps us sane. It’s that guiding light inside all of us that makes each day worth living.
For this week’s writing prompt, write about a specific time that love overpowered the hate. Set the scene and let us know what kind of obstacles had to be overcome in order for love to win.
Same rules as always:You can submit to this or ANY of our past writing prompts. Just scroll through our previous newsletters. They’ll be marked “Call for Submissions.”If you’re already a writer for CRY, go ahead and submit.Be as creative as you want in your submissions. As long as you stick to the topic, we’ll consider it.Just because you submit doesn’t mean we’ll post. If you haven’t heard back from us in three days, consider that a pass.[image error]Call For Submissions — When Did Love Overpower Hate was originally published in CRY Magazine on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.
How Being an Outsider as a Child Helped me Succeed in Life
We can choose to use our childhood experiences as a resource for success
July 29, 2022
Nowhere to Hide
When the pain is too much, perhaps numbing and running are the best options.
July 28, 2022
Navigating Risky Situations Mindfully
Before putting ourselves in a risky situation, we must mindfully weigh the potential benefits against the risks
