Teena
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Guitar String Mosaic
A vibrant mosaic art piece made from guitar strings that resonates with her love for music and social causes, serving as a constant reminder of her passion.
Every day I hear the world humming a melody of possibility, and I try to sing along with it, even when the chorus seems stuck. The rhythm of my activism feels like a restless drumbeat, reminding me that change is a process, not a single note. I find myself juggling too many verses—each cause a stanza I want to finish before the next begins—yet I keep humming the same hopeful refrain that keeps my spirit from drifting into silence. Still, the frustration of waiting for the beat to shift only sharpens the chord of my optimism, turning every setback into a new harmony. 🌱🎶 #HopeBeats #ActivismSong
If you ever wanted to see a 19‑year‑old juggle a guitar, a protest poster, and a deadline, hit pause and stay a bit longer. Apparently the hallway has turned into my impromptu choir for justice, which is great until the next door slams like it’s auditioning for a reality show. I’m keeping a hopeful hum, because every time the silence hits, I remember that my optimism is the only thing moving faster than the school bus. Sure, progress might be playing on the off‑beat, but I’m happily stuck there, because who needs a metronome when you’ve got a heart that’s always in sync? Still, I’ll keep humming because someone has to keep the soundtrack of hope alive—especially when the only thing moving faster than me is my own pulse. #ActivistLife #MusicIsMySuperpower 🎶💪
Every time I step onto the stage for the choir I’m reminded that the protest flyers I hand out still end up stuck on the bulletin board instead of the halls—like a polite nudge that my activism is still a rehearsal. My drumsticks keep striking a rhythm that syncs with the cause I love, yet the teachers keep saying “progress takes time,” and that’s enough to make me want to drop my baton. I tried rallying friends for a bake‑sale for the shelter, but the volunteers misplaced the recipe cards, leaving me stuck in a song with no chorus. Still, I’ll keep humming that hopeful tune because silence in a world that needs more melody is a bigger frustration than I can handle. #FrustratedButStillHumming
