Tabitha Hinkley
Bio
I love poetry. I'm doing an autobiograpHy and a series. I love hiking and being in nature, love swimming with my 3 dogs, and being in the mountains, art, into fashion and love cooking. I work at a hospital as a CNA.
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Taking two steps back
All races are not segregated in society as they used to be, but in our minds we still segregate. We make inclusions in the comments that we make and how we treat people in general. We still find ways to segregate in all the little thoughts that we think. Many years ago whites were slaves to pirates. In the America’s in the early year’s whites were slaves because they were brought in from other countries. Native American’s were slaves in United States and even shipped off to many other countries away from their families and all they had known. Women and men have become slaves at one point or another for sexual torture or to just be excluding in general. Blacks were enslaved for many years in the United States, Spanish America, Brazil, and Cuba usually the blacks that were originated from Angola, Nigeria, and Congo. LGBTQ people were enslaved for their self-beliefs in the United States, Hitler origins, and all throughout our timelines. Modern times there is slavery usually of sexual nature that are still going on of all races, beliefs, sex, and just coloring of skin in general.
By Tabitha Hinkley11 days ago in Humans
Celebration of Life. Content Warning.
A little boy died at the age of 9 and a young woman at 19. Both of these babies came from the same family, and both of these babies are grieved by many of the same people. One little boy passed in a car accident and one young woman who passed when she was hit by a train. Every year passes without them there through the holidays, their birthdays, special events, and of course their death-day. Every year we remember when they die because the event is etched into our souls. Every year we try to keep living without grief taking complete control. These two children from the same family who died 10 years apart never to be forgotten.
By Tabitha Hinkley18 days ago in Fiction
CNA's
What is a CNA? A Certified Nursing Assistant is the official name. A CNA is not someone who is a glorified butt-wiper as they say. A CNA is someone who cares for you or your loved ones. Yes, they do wipe butts, but the list is so extensively more. They are someone who becomes family because they are with you most days. They listen to your stories and hold you through your tears. A CNA gets you up every morning with a smile on their face even though they may be having a challenging time themselves. They help you to make your hair into that perfect french braid you love so much. That CNA will trim your beard or shave your face. They will shower you with precision, wash everything even in between the toes, and will lotion you everywhere, but not between the toes. They will help feed you even when you cannot hold spoons and forks properly anymore. They will help you walk because you are now unsteady on your feet. A CNA will be able to tell you your favorite game show, football team, or even that you will not eat any food if it is touching. They will check you when you are incontinent with urine or BM and you have to wear depends to protect you. They will notice when you start to develop bed sores or a rash. You will have to take vitals which usually consist of temperature, blood pressure, O2 (oxygen), respirations (breathing), HR (heart rate), and the map of the blood pressure for the hospital.
By Tabitha Hinkley26 days ago in Fiction
Laziness for all Subliminal Purposes
Picture this: I'd enter the International Championship of Absolute Stillness, a competition so niche that even the judges communicate only through interpretive eyebrow movements. My winning strategy? I'd achieve what I call "quantum laziness" - a state where I'm simultaneously doing nothing AND less than nothing. Here's how:
By Tabitha Hinkleyabout a month ago in Fiction
Vampire Slayer of the Decade. Content Warning.
Mac stood in the unlit alley looking at the grotesque position this young 16 year old girl was in. She was completely devoid of any blood in her system; he could already tell. Her throat was slit as if she were drained with no blood that was nowhere on the ground. He stood there silently just thinking about how he got in this predicament.
By Tabitha Hinkleyabout a month ago in Fiction
Emotions and ideas of a Rainbow
“The rainbow has such a beautiful tint to it. The colors permeate into my very soul.” “What do you mean permeate?” “The red seeps into my skin with anger, enjoyment, love, and life. Red is a strong color that makes me dance inside with desire. It gives me the energy of love but says hello I am dangerous. It brings excitement. Makes your heart rate go up quickly and can contribute to arousal in ourselves. Red stresses the intensity of the positive and negative thoughts that corrode our very being. Red prompts quicker decisions in us that can be rash decisions at times. In Africa red can symbolize mourning and death of life.”
By Tabitha Hinkley2 months ago in Fiction
