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Is it true, I brought it on myself?


Is it true?
I brought it on myself!!
I brought it on myself for standing up to micro aggression
I brought it on myself for being insecure
I brought it on myself for pointing out the hurtful comments
I brought it on myself for flagging the lack of empathy
I brought it on myself for challenging the abuser and his supporters
I brought it on myself for daring to recover
I brought it on myself for refusing to remain victimised
I brought it on myself for feeling I was being mocked
I brought it on myself for being a feeling human
I brought it on myself, so don’t expect an apology
I brought it on myself
So I can now learn to empower myself
So as not to ever allow once more to bring it on myself?!!
One can dream?!!!๐Ÿ˜‡

ยฉ Lara Rose 2019


The shock of the shock of the shock…

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It’s taking its time to recover from the shock of my “biological” father dying
It’s taking its time to recover from the shock of the shock of the so called “friends” who seemed to gloat at the misfortune. Wow, it’s still unbelievable that vegan eco warriors turn out to have no regard for the human animal. (Please stop with the fake works of charity)
It’s taking its time to recover from the shock of the shock of the shock of the unsupportive, callous responses and brutal betrayals from church, “friendsโ€œ and especially sister Judas!!!๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฃโ›ช๐Ÿ˜
I have amply removed a lot of peeps from my fb connection and severed physical connections too, but any others please dont feel obliged to stay in my fb “friends” list.
As for the spies on Instagram using aliases, lol, I spotted y’all, and deleted y’all soz!! ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฃ
It’s all cool as I’ve noted who is who and the pruning hopefully serves me for my greater good, indeed by varying means, death, departure or desertion!!

… and God said, “let there be light”

ยฉ Lara Rose 2019

Once upon a time…



Once upon a time, therein existeth the 777th distant galaxy…
Yellow #Zolgarites live gleefully and carefree…

Lora Risa IX


Not black enough

Not white enough

Not curly enough
Not straight enough
Not tall enough
Not skinny enough
Not busy enough
Not free enough
Not loud enough
Not quiet enough
Not old enough
Not young enough
Not educated enough
Not ditzy enough
Not rich enough
Not ambitious enough
Not glamorous enough
Not plain enough
Not talented enough
Not connected enough
Not sexy enough
Not fat enough
Not colourful enough
Not hustling enough
Not hungry enough
Not bitchy enough
Not assertive enough
Not flexible enough
Not Yoruba enough
Not Yorkshire enough
Not pale enough
Not dark enough
Not smooth enough
Not hairy enough
Not rough enough
Not gentle enough
Not thick enough
Not thin enough
Not African enough
Not European enough
Not musical enough
Not structured enough
Not developed enough
Not intelegent enough
Not intellectual enough
Not Philosophical enough
Not melanated enough
Not objectified enough
Not mocked enough
Not abused enough
Not black enough
Not white enough

What then is enough?

When is “it” enough?

ยฉ Lara Rose 2019

Happy New Year


Happy New Year!!


It’s day 14, said one!! Lol๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฃ

Reflective Journal,

Students log 14012019 Monday

It is my pre PhD CoR day, finally got the laptop working at the help desk. I’m a bit shivery still sitting on the Maroon comfy sofas of the library. I’ll acclimatise soon or move!!

I was just reflecting on one of my essay drafts from my MA Art & DESIGN, as shown in the picture above. My opening line was quite surreal, “I am the reincarnation of Hatshepsut….”


As if by coincidence a 2nd year undergraduate fashion marketing student Adam Dutton is psycho analysing my artistry using Freudian concepts of Ego, Superego, Id, etc. I’m intrigued to find out what Dutton concludes in his essay.

But, I daresay revisiting this bit of text is somewhat arming me for the journey ahead.

I claim I want to find the best vehicle to communicate subjects, including taboo subjects like sexual abuse and recovery from it.

Other cultural discourses include allowing the Yoruba voice within to manifest freely within a contemporary and cosmopolitan aesthetic.



How would Hatshepsut do this if she were alive today? What monuments will she build. What about her need to cross dress? Transgenesis is nothing new be it in race or culture, gender, etc.

On that note, I best get back to completing the power point presentation!!!

Have a lovely evening or day if just waking overseas!! ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

Xmas day thought!!


Oh wow!!! Penny drops!!! Lol!!! Accepting the right for parents, family and people to reject me, wow!!!

That is the most freeing revelation ever!! You know, its not something wrong with you!!! ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜„

… I don’t know what is wrong with me so I don’t know how to fix me….

Revise that poem to:

I know there is nothing wrong with me, There is nothing to fix I am perfect in all my being at different stages of development.

That you see is the way of life!

A baby crawls, walks, falls, walks, falls, crawls, walks, runs, falls.

There is nothing wrong with the child that does not come out of the womb running!! Lol!!

Einstein said, “Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.โ€

ยฉ Lara Rose 2018 Xmas Day๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ 14:21

Response to fb post about accepting the right for parents to reject… (Fb page-overcoming sexual abuse)


Stabbing in the back like poking the flame

why are we here

Your stabbing me in the back,
Your poking me in the heart,
Is like a blacksmith forge stoking and poking the fire, glowing embers, heating up the coal.

How many more time, need I learn this lesson.
How many more times, will I feel this pain of poking and stoking?
To cause me to burn and shine even brighter still?
Sufficient am I not with tender flame oh universe? Doth thou serveth me my deepest request from the womb?

Still unbeknownst to me, from under me and even in plain sight she cometh to steal and hustle!

Oh crafty females of the species, teach me thy beguiling ways, oh that I too can hustle and bustle in the ways of this fallen broken world?!

Naive I no longer be, I see!
With every poking,
I shine brighter still.

Buyer beware!
Offences come, it is written woe to whom through thence they cometh.

Your stabbing me in the back,
Your poking me in the heart,
Is like a blacksmith forge stoking and poking the fire, glowing embers, heating up the coal.

ยฉ Lara Rose 07/08/18

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