31 years ago I wrote: “Words are so empty. Just noise.”
This week proved otherwise. Words are never empty—they’re forged into slogans, sharpened into wounds, choreographed as grief.
Flashback Friday: Who owns grief, and who abuses it?
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#Defiance #FlashbackFriday #WeaponizedGrief
This week proved otherwise. Words are never empty—they’re forged into slogans, sharpened into wounds, choreographed as grief.
Flashback Friday: Who owns grief, and who abuses it?
shorturl.at/2C93c
#Defiance #FlashbackFriday #WeaponizedGrief
Who Owns Grief?
Flashback Fridays are where I look back at something I once wrote and hold it up to the light of now.
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September 12, 2025 at 7:25 PM
31 years ago I wrote: “Words are so empty. Just noise.”
This week proved otherwise. Words are never empty—they’re forged into slogans, sharpened into wounds, choreographed as grief.
Flashback Friday: Who owns grief, and who abuses it?
shorturl.at/2C93c
#Defiance #FlashbackFriday #WeaponizedGrief
This week proved otherwise. Words are never empty—they’re forged into slogans, sharpened into wounds, choreographed as grief.
Flashback Friday: Who owns grief, and who abuses it?
shorturl.at/2C93c
#Defiance #FlashbackFriday #WeaponizedGrief