Rubia Garcia II

12/07/2024

🙌 aměn

12/07/2024

The shell casings from the United Healthcare CEO had “Delay” “Deny” “Depose” written on them?
That’s some nasty work. 🥵

12/01/2024

Claim it ✨

1 day to Finals 📚
167 Days to Graduation 🎓⚖️

12/01/2024

But it’s 🦗’s from y’all when I post stuff like this:

11/30/2024

Heal so hard you realize you don’t have to be a nice person to be a good person.

11/27/2024

I did not just crawl through the shards of brokenness;
I claimed every fragment as proof of fearlessness.
�I went back for the pieces, though they cut and burned; but from every scar, a lesson was learned.
�I wept through the wreckage with glass embedded in my skin;
tears carving through fears, each breath a new battle to win.

From childhood chaos to betrayals untold;�I healed with my heart, using its magic as mold.
�From a little girl lost, to a mother in who found a fight;
she armored up in darkness, never forgetting that she is the light.

Through classrooms and cameras, I built up a name;
turning whispers to winds, and fire to flame.
�Then the Hard Rock came crashing, and my heart split in 3;
I resolved to build something better from the ruins it left inside of me.

With Justice beside me, we chased justice and peace so far;
30k miles of American roads to where the light met the dark.
�“No Justice, No Peace,” was the chant we’d repeat;
I’d gather more pieces, going too far to retreat.

Through years of tears on these streets, I gathered each shard;
weeping traumas on silent stretches under boundless stars.
�Through borders and barriers, I chased what I’d find;
in pieces and in pain, I left not a piece behind.

But now, with these books, I stand on the edge;�Not just to graduate, but to honor my pledge.
�With every scar, every tear, and every single break;
I’ve stitched me back together, and done so for all our sakes.

Through the journey I’ve walked, and through the miles I’ve driven;
I know now I am the sum of my scars, and the wisdom they have given.
�The little girl I was, in pieces and in pain,�is the woman who stands before you today; whole, but not the same.

Strength in struggle, purpose in pain, I’ve forged my own way;
To be the woman who would have shown up for baby me, and make neither, no longer afraid.
�I found in solace the pieces I gathered, the pain that I’ve known; �laid bare, and they are the very foundations from which I have grown.

Each shard I’ve held is now no longer a painful loss;�It’s proof of resilience, and a healing love’s quiet cost.
�The pain still lingers, but it no longer owns; because I’ve stitched love to every fiber of my soul, welded it into my bones.

With each step forward, I carry the whole of me;
forged by hell-fire and unfortunate circumstance, yet unbroken and free;
A mosaic of strength, shaped by all I’ve come to be.

5 Days to Law Finals 📚⚖️
171 Days to 🎓⚖️

11/27/2024

I did not just crawl through the shards of brokenness;
I claimed every fragment as proof of fearlessness.

I went back for the pieces, though they cut and burned; but from every scar, a lesson was learned.

I wept through the wreckage with glass embedded in my skin;
tears carving through fears, each breath a new battle to win.

From childhood chaos to betrayals untold;
I healed with my heart, using its magic as mold.

From a little girl lost, to a mother in who found a fight;
she armored up in darkness, never forgetting that she is the light.

Through classrooms and cameras, I built up a name;
turning whispers to winds, and fire to flame.

Then the Hard Rock came crashing, and my heart split in 3;
I resolved to build something better from the ruins it left inside of me.

With Justice beside me, we chased justice and peace so far;
30k miles of American roads to where the light met the dark.

“No Justice, No Peace,” was the chant we’d repeat;
I’d gather more pieces, going too far to retreat.

Through years of tears on these streets, I gathered each shard;
weeping traumas on silent stretches under boundless stars.

Through borders and barriers, I chased what I’d find;
in pieces and in pain, I left not a piece behind.

But now, with these books, I stand on the edge;
Not just to graduate, but to honor my pledge.

With every scar, every tear, and every single break;
I’ve stitched me back together, and done so for all our sakes.

Through the journey I’ve walked, and through the miles I’ve driven;
I know now I am the sum of my scars, and the wisdom they have given.

The little girl I was, in pieces and in pain,is the woman who stands before you today; whole, but not the same.

Strength in struggle, purpose in pain, I’ve forged my own way;
To be the woman who would have shown up for baby me, and make neither, no longer afraid.

I found in solace the pieces I gathered, the pain that I’ve known; laid bare, and they are the very foundations from which I have grown.

Each shard I’ve held is now no longer a painful loss;
It’s proof of resilience, and a healing love’s quiet cost.

The pain still lingers, but it no longer owns; because I’ve stitched love to every fiber of my soul, welded it into my bones.

With each step forward, I carry the whole of me;
forged by hell-fire and unfortunate circumstance, yet unbroken and free;
A mosaic of strength, shaped by all I’ve come to be.

5 Days to Law Finals 📚⚖️
171 Days to 🎓⚖️

11/14/2024

Voldemort is back.
Lumos -mf- Maxima 🪄✨

11/11/2024

go check my IG

11/07/2024

NOTICE:
Not a single claim of voter fraud.

11/06/2024

😅

11/05/2024

Dear America,
Please don't f**k this up.
Respectfully.
🇺🇸🗳️

11/05/2024

Oops 🫠

11/04/2024

🚨 Spread the word:

📢 ATTENTION VOTERS IN COBB COUNTY, GA

You can still:
✔️ Rush overnight delivery of your ballot
✔️ Hand-deliver your mail ballot
✔️ Vote in person

11/04/2024

More than 75.99 million Americans have already voted.

At least 53% of those voters are women.
Sis 🇺🇸✊😔

11/03/2024

seriously?😒

Potential Tropical Cyclone 18 is organizing in the south-central Caribbean as it heads for the Gulf this week.