Rachael Hope

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If you think this isn’t about you, think againRachael Hope·FollowPublished inAn Injustice!·14 min read·--A crowd of protesters call for Mahmoud Khalil’s release. (CC License — Wikimedia)“On November 6th Freedom is History” That’s the tagline for the theatrical release poster of The Siege, a movie that came out the same year I graduated high school. In the movie, in response to terrorist attacks on New York City, the U.S. Government decides to round up all young men of Arab descent.

Nov 18, 2024 | rachaelhope.medium.com | Rachael Hope

A poem for 47, by 47Rachael Hope·Follow2 min read·--Image created by author with CanvaI will be phenomenal to the women. I mean, I want to help women. You’ve got to be aggressive. You’ve got to push back hard. You’ve got to deny anything that’s said about you. Never admit. When you’re a star, they let you do itYou know, it really doesn’t matter what they write as long as you’ve got a young and beautiful piece of ass.

Jul 9, 2024 | rachaelhope.medium.com | Rachael Hope

The first and best inside joke of my life, a love note buried with my favorite uncle in the deep South. Photo by author. Clanton, AlabamaJune 21, 2024 I sat down to write this a dozen times, and found my thoughts bouncing so quick and strong I wasn't able to catch any of them. I thought about poetry and eulogies and memories and grief, but in the end my heart and mind kept returning to one thing - love.

Apr 10, 2024 | medium.com | Rachael Hope

Through the Shadow of Fading Love, There is Brightness to Light the WayWhen polyamorous relationships end, grieving brings the fascinating feeling of being held and being let go all at onceImage by authorThe day after she dumped me, I locked my keys in the car for the first time in over 10 years.

Feb 17, 2024 | rachaelhope.medium.com | Rachael Hope

If you are not looking, if you are not seeing this, what is the point? Where has our humanity gone? Every month, we have a staff meeting, and I leave home early to pick up breakfast for my coworkers. That’s how I find myself downtown staring out into the gray morning sky, waiting for the paper bag of hot-from-the-oven bagels. Across the street, a man returns from walking with his dog, and the smell of yeasty dough and steaming carafes of coffee is warm and homey. It is an ordinary day.