Bri Little's Blog

CW: violence against children, Islamophobia

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-Bri Little

the quiet voice

As a child, I thought a lot about the meaning of my life. I thought a lot about the meaning of my life especially after my mother would yell at me for hours on end – why would anyone put me on this earth so this woman could scream at me and make me want to kill myself? I remember typing on my laptop at some point, during sixth grade or earlier, with tears running down my face: I was put on this earth to make a difference, to stop people like her from hur...

Girl knows nothing about nothing

Preening all night

Wonderful on her own

But treated as side dish

Simply at the table

For the sake of extravagance

Woman is too man a word for girl

Girl falls with neglect like cake

Girl flakes and leaves a mess like pastry

But we all have to go someday

And girl

So dizzily sweet

So malleable

Meets your mouth

And on your tongue

Melts away to nothing

Girl: the basis of any diet

Love her so that your gut shames you after

Girl sustai...

Disclaimer: this post is basically a spirited—if one can be both spirited AND tired af–tirade against capitalism. If you still believe in capitalism at this point, what are you even doing? Everything is on its way to hell anyway, why should any of us even aspire to have careers? If things have already gotten too leftist for you, bye then.

It is now midsummer, I’ve just turned 24, and I’m firmly settled in my belief that adulthood is a scam. Besides the expectation to be a functioning person...

I promise I wrote something yesterday but that poem was just for me

April is one of the best months of the year not only because we’re leaving behind the dreaded cold of winter and bringing out our spring colors, but also because it’s National Poetry Month! This year I’m going to attempt to do my first literary love some kind of justice by writing a poem a day for all of this month…and one on May 1 too cus I started the challenge today, oops. My first poem is based on an experience I had as a child going to my father’s church.

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I read a whopping 69 (oh) books this year, as of this post. My goal was to read 50. I don’t think I’ve read more than 25 books in one year since I was in middle school, so shout out to Goodreads for igniting my competitive nature and fueling my love for reading. Seeing that banner for my personal reading challenge staring at me, taunting me whenever I fell behind, did wonders in helping me surpass my goal.

I’m a reader who usually prioritizes books that interest me rather than books I think...

the quiet voice

How do you deal with a long-distance friendship? I ask because one of my closest friends, A, moved away from the DC area about three months ago. Though we still text almost every day and FaceTime about once a week, I still feel sad. As I write this, I sit alone in my apartment’s living room space with all the lights on, covered in a semi-thick blanket, though I wish I were sitting a few feet across from her on her old apartment’s worn-down yet comfy grey couch. I am mourning:...

I’ll tell you now that this isn’t a love story of any kind (although it does contain a meet-cute), but rather a tale of my neuroticism. After being more depressed than ever (Probably. I find it hard to compare my depression cycles because they all feel bad) for at least two weeks and having a weird conversation with my boss, I went to a conference in Yakima, WA for Tuesday and Wednesday of this week. I hoped the fog would clear enough for me to enjoy my time learning about homelessness in dif...

For the last 4 months or so, I’ve been working as an organizer and advocate for housing/homelessness and economic justice. I live in Seattle, which most people who live in other parts of the US consider a progressive paradise. Hoo boy, that’s a scam. I admit I played into that fantasy when I got here. I was bamboozled. I was a downright fool to believe that a city that’s home to tech companies like Microsoft, Facebook, and Amazon (who largely contribute to the homelessness crisis) could sim...