This is an ode to 88rising and the Head in the Clouds Festival.
Younger me would have never imagined an entire music festival filled with Asian and Asian American artists as a true celebration of culture, identity, and music.
Music Educator, Activist, and Amplifier of Youth Voice
This is an ode to 88rising and the Head in the Clouds Festival.
Younger me would have never imagined an entire music festival filled with Asian and Asian American artists as a true celebration of culture, identity, and music.
BLACK AND ASIAN SOLIDARITY
IS A WARM, GLOWING EMBRACE,
A COMMUNAL SPACE, A RESTING PLACE, WHERE OUR COLLECTIVE STRENGTH IS IN UPPER CASE ALONG A YIN-YANG PENCIL TRACE, FILLED WITH HARMONY AND GRACE.
https://www.instagram.com/p/CZOCsU8sUPV/ As an Asian American, I learned at a young age to suppress my emotions. Whatever I felt did not matter in the bigger context of what my family was doing in order for us to survive in America. I internalized that crying was always weak, and outwardly showing any negative feelings should not happen.ContinueContinue reading “Unlearning emotional suppression”
https://www.instagram.com/p/CY5HjjlMjpq/ 我们是金的。我们是金的。 We are golden.We shine bright with our golden light. Our community shines bright with your light. You shine bright, Michelle Alyssa Go, as you rest in Golden Power. For my entire life I have taken the subway,Turning my head this way, then that wayWho will help if I call out hey, Who will help if someoneContinueContinue reading “As you rest in Golden Power, Michelle Alyssa Go.”
Memorialize Lives
Heroes Sherose They rose, They rise, we rise
Still we rise, to remember and celebrate these lives
On the complexities of yellow and yellow peril, and offering an alternative: Golden Power.
As an Asian American child, I never spoke of myself as someone important, a voice to be heard, or an identity to be seen and valued. I never spoke an affirmation about my identity. In fact, I never knew what an affirmation was until I started teaching affirmations to my students.
We are more than Lunar New Year.
We are more than a Christmas meal.
We are more than 2020.
None of what I “am” is new.
Close your eyes. Take a moment to envision an American person.
Now open your eyes.
It isn’t me.
Is it you?