Category: Brandon Avery
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If I Was a Rapper in October 2025
If I were a rapper starting out in October 2025, the first thing I’d do is treat my dream like a business, not a hobby. I’d take the same money I casually spend on leisure, maybe $500 a month, and redirect it toward studio time, content creation, promotion, and networking.
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I Know I Belong in This Room
I used to think I didn’t deserve the rooms I found myself in. Every opportunity, every gift, every space…I questioned if it was really mine. Maybe it was imposter syndrome, maybe it was fear, maybe it was me holding onto guilt for things I couldn’t control. But today, I know better. I belong in this…
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Social media is dead (and we’re still scrolling)
Social media isn’t dying… it’s already dead. TikTok, Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, all of them. They’ve run their course, and yet most people won’t believe it until a celebrity says it out loud or gets chewed up by the algorithm. Meanwhile, we keep scrolling, hypnotized by artificial dopamine hits, trading our presence for performance. The truth…
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There’s No Need for the Internal War
The longer we let the internal war rage on, the more stagnant we become. We paralyze ourselves with doubts, “what ifs,” and “maybe laters,” and in doing so, we rob the future version of us of the life they deserve.
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Why I Chose Denim on Denim for My Fall Cover of Fig Magazine
I didn’t wear denim on denim for the Fig Magazine cover just for style, I wore it for legacy. Indigo dyed denim was once a marker of slavery, but today, it’s a symbol of resilience. Seeing my brown skin front and center, printed twenty thousand times, is proof we belong in spaces we were once…
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Millennials and Human Connection
We used to just show up, no texts, no algorithms, no filters. Now we’ve traded real connection for scrolls, double taps, and fire emojis, convincing ourselves that’s enough.
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Another day… yay.
It’s National Suicide Prevention Month. If you’ve stood at the edge and come back for reasons you can’t name, take a look: the people you’ve met, the coping tools you’ve built, the little wins that kept you here. My silly mantra helps: ‘Another day… yay.’ It’s not a cure, just a lifeline to the present.
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What Do I Want My Art to Say?
What do I want my art to say? At its core, I want it to speak truth. I want it to remind us to be human, to look deeper within ourselves, and to believe that ordinary people can do extraordinary things.
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I’m Not Saying Anything Other Than What I’m Saying
We spend so much energy trying to get people to understand us. Explaining, re-explaining, circling back. But the truth is, if someone is really listening, they’ll get it the first time. If they don’t, maybe it wasn’t for them. Say it, mean it, and let it live there. That’s not cold, that’s clarity. And clarity…
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The Burden of Seeing Too Much
I’ve come to realize that most connections were never real to begin with…they were performances, shared illusions meant to keep people comfortable. Refusing to play along has left me isolated, but also free.