My Cardboard Balcony

The school year is almost over. Wow. And it's been crazy. There's a lot I want to talk about when it comes to my job and school, but I can't. Definitely hit me up on a video call if you want to both drink and spill tea. I am just super proud of my students for enduring this situation. It is not fun. It is not pleasant. It is far from ideal. And I'm going to get all of them to pass - that's my mission. Being able to perform, sing, and hear my writing come to life has been such a blessing. For the first time, the twinsie and I are collaborating on a full length play together. We are pulling things from older work and transforming it into something really fun and special. Thank you, Jocelyn, for this amazing collaboration. I love you so much. The world is in pain. There is so much cruelty and corruption. It takes every fiber of my being to push forward, every day. Even with all my privilege, I feel so damn tired all the time. But I have to keep moving. I am wor...

Deez Raps For Hire by Belinda Roddie Feeling like a child, so I got me a fresh snack pack Living out my fun-ass life like it deserves a laugh track Gonna wrap my love up like burritos in a duvet "But I want to be free from the duvet!" Darling, touché May as well sell my soul for a hundred bucks on Craigslist That way, you can harvest it and choke it down for breakfast Perching on my best furniture - Babies, it's a milk crate Let's eat some Kraft Mac 'n Cheese and call it our best bad date Got my bitches lined up like the sneakers on my shoe rack Guess it's not a myth that I get pulled up by my bootstraps Tell me, are you madly in love with an intellectual? Hope that intellectual's also a homosexual Wait for me to warm up, 'cause my body's oh-so-flexible Nothings I'll hum in your ear will all be so subtextual Thanks to Jocelyn, Laine, and Nina for the rhyming words!

Fight by Belinda Roddie Fellow white folks:  Use your privilege. Do it for Floyd.

No Reprieve by Belinda Roddie As the weather cooled down, our love only grew hotter.

Therapy by Belinda Roddie The only way that I can communicate my real feelings is through an interpretative dance requiring a lot of writhing and guttural screaming, followed by the devouring of at least two pints of chocolate peanut ice cream and half a gallon of spiked iced tea.

Sweltering by Belinda Roddie We could use an air conditioning unit right about now.

Rap Battle? by Belinda Roddie Listen, bros, y'all think you're so fucking lit Look it up! You know that Karen Gillan's the shit She brought the moves like Jagger in Jumanji, folded my heart in pieces like fragile origami Wifey's superior, and I can look, but not touch - other ladies, like Shania Twain, don't impress'a me much But I appreciate aesthetics like I'm in a museum - don't fight me on that fact in my personal colosseum I don't capitalize on Google, 'cause they're so ignorant Spellcheck is quite a bitch, but it helps me with my rant This was a collaboration, though I dunno if it works I'd rather be with my friends than with the goddamn soda jerks