Quincy's Blogs

in a world full of insincerity, hidden agendas, and ego — be the introspective, empathetic person who feels every emotion with a passion. why conform to the societal standards of a society that operates off of toxicity and bullshit? to love and heal gives self-more more life, rather than projecting your pain and lies due to your internalized fear of reality.

too “whitewashed” for the Chicanos. too “city” for the natives. too brown for the whites. too good for the “bad kids”. too bad for the good kids. I don’t know where I fit in, truthfully, I don’t care because no matter where I sit with, I get the same stares, but who cares? my journey isn’t theirs. I’ll walk in my lane while they walk in theirs. no need to conform to what anyone else says, thinks, or wears.

thank you for the rain, the sun, the sky, and the soil. thank you for the natural beauty surrounding me. from the calm flowy trees in the wind, to the wild waves of the ocean. thank you for the ability to feel even though I find myself feeling too deeply. thank you for my connection to the universe, and for the depth to keep my mind open. thank you for the times of loneliness where I have to face myself. thank you creator.

while I gaze into the pink and orange hued sky in my grandmother’s yard, I reminisce on the times of innocence and joy. I say grace for the times of disdain and confusion. all while I reflect on the individuality of today. the mind is a vault of everything that has made today possible. I sit with myself to nourish the lifelong friendship with myself.

my soulful brown eyes are one of the many things that reflect me. my intention, my essence, and overall energy. my brown skin reflects my racial ambiguity and the resistance of my ancestors. my energy reflects my perception of the world. my self judgement reflects the desire to be better than those who walked before me, I’m grateful for the foundation but it’s my turn to build. I implore the guidance of my ancestors to support me through this journey of life.

from the flats to the numbers, the Portland sun gets hot in the Southeast summer. just like every Portland block in the Southeast summer. sometimes, it gets cold as hell in a Southeast summer, old schools lined up, bumper to bumper, carne asada, rice and blunts in a Southeast summer. some don’t get it, but to us there’s nothing better than a chill night with the family in a Southeast summer.