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About Fionna Writes

Fionna Wright has her master’s degree in multimedia communications from the Academy of Art University and has her bachelor’s degree in political science from the University of California, Riverside. She has two published poetry books, "Love Tells…" & "Lyrics of a Dreamer's Heart," and does freelance writing. She was born and raised in Southern California and resides in Los Angeles, CA. //

“Young, Bold, and Regal” Blogger Evan Jackson interviews author/poet Fionna Wright

It was an honor for me to be interviewed by this freelancer-turned-independent blogger and writer, Evan Jackson. His blog “Young, Bold and Regal” highlights women with a purpose, mainly in the creative arts. Through this blog, we are heard and appreciated and recognized for our crafts, and for our story. Thank you Evan for your support, and for finding my work notable!

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Sidewall divided but cyber-connected

Evolution in progress, though some refuse to accept it

A new way to dodge messy emotions

Innovated methods to express our devotions

In some cases, newer depths of loneliness

And an increase in people’s phoniness

Creative expression at an all time high

Word of mouse reaching that extra few eyes

To be fluent in technology could mean exposure

Which means, to our dreams, we’re one step closer

But this advanced tech davy-ness can mean isolation

Sudden awareness of being just one in our world’s population

An influx of inflated stories to portray abundant lives

We’re eager to prove what to whom with all these lies?

To ourselves maybe, so tech-masks we wear

Using online profiles as diaries, there’s no limit to what we share

So desperately trying to fit in with others’ lies we believe

Online statuses replace fake smiles so it’s easier to deceive

Don’t call me, just text me and I’ll respond when I please

Don’t meet me, just Skype me and I’ll be quite the tease

Sidewall divided but cybr-connected…

I wonder, is this all that we expected?




Let it be magical.


I was venting to my sis about feeling guilty for outgrowing certain people, and she so perfectly said: “I want to be around people that are hungry, people who stand up for what they believe in, people who are so passionate it makes them crazy.”

So, that’s that. I’ve always wanted everyone to like me, and while I will continue being friendly and loving toward people since that is my natural state, I can no longer bend over backwards for everyone. My priority is my daughter & my everyday family, including the very few friends I consider family and the people who are aware of and passionate about their purpose. If we are going to be friends, then let it be inspiring, magical, life-changing, purposeful.

I no longer have the space or energy for entertaining the people whose identity is in direct correlation to someone else wether it be a spouse, friend, or anyone else other than themselves. If you are always trying to keep up or be like someone you think is doing well then you will never live your purpose. I no longer have space for the toxic friend who always sees the negative in every situation and has an excuse for not even trying. If you continue to view the world as one big ball of failure then that is what it will be. Take a risk, gain some experience and perspective, live life a little — or a lot. And stop confusing your pessimism for realism, you’re not the all-knowing anything. Get over yourself, please. I no longer have the space or energy for the fake friend who only checks in when they want to show off, brag or just to see if you have any success or perks that they can take. I SEE RIGHT THROUGH YOU. Always have, just never called you out. Stop it.

I ONLY have the space or energy for the beautiful souls who are working on fulfilling their purpose and making this world a better one to live in. If that’s you, let’s vibe.



Commotion in Motion


A restless spirit

Leading a reckless life

With a mind bound

By chains of morality

And a wild heart

Passionately roaming

She’s untamed

Yet constrained

In an endless game

Of logic vs. emotion

What a fucking commotion




Toxic Release


People will often try to belittle you when they are feeling insecure or inferior. But, if you can take a step back and recognize that they are coming from a vulnerable place, you will know it is nothing to be offended by. If anything, be flattered that they think so highly of you. But, more than that, be compassionate and empathetic toward them. If you love them through those negative feelings then you’ll help ease their fear of your greatness.

Maybe, they fear losing you so they try to push you away before feelings of rejection in them arises. They want to beat you to the punch. Or, maybe they fear never reaching that same greatness in their lives so they try to tear you down to keep you where they are. Or, they lack their own identity so their life revolves around mimicking you, someone they feel is fulfilling their own purpose and it makes you feel uncomfortable that they are watching your every move.

In any case, never lose sight of love and humanity. If you throw any accomplishments in their face out of spite then you you’re just as ugly as their negativity and insecurities. But, if you love, genuinely love — not be mistaken with accepting any form of abuse — then you’ll both have the opportunity to flourish. If they refuse to accept love, or continue to make you feel uncomfortable with their lackluster behavior, at least you can nix them from your life guilt-free and still send love, light and guidance their way… from a distance.



Pray for Ferguson, pray for humanity, pray for our children.


As I sit here recounting the painful news that flashed across my television screen just a few minutes ago, and now watching the after effects of a collected group of broken hearts, shattered spirits, and lost hope… I can’t help but worry for the future. One decision, one ruling that speaks volumes to those of us who already see and feel the inequalities placed upon us in our everyday lives.

And here I sit, watching my beautiful 1-year old baby sleeping… unaware of the history made today, but surely not unaffected by it. In her life, she will study this isolated incident, as well as the ones that have happened just like it that managed to make popular news. And what she will see is white authority figures killing black children, and some of them getting away with murder.

And one day, she will ask me why. Right now, she doesn’t even know her colors. Black, white, brown, yellow… they’re all beautiful and intriguing to her still. And one day, she will understand that they make up a disgusting hierarchy in our society. The beauty of color will be robbed from her, she will learn that as a darker-skinned member of society, she has to watch her back a little more closely. She’ll understand that she is not allowed to make the same mistakes as her white peers because more likely than not, her punishment will be more severe and harsh. And she will ask me why. She’ll ask me why white is better than black. And, as much as I pray and hope that day never comes, I am doubtful. I’m doubtful because of what I just saw happen in Ferguson in the case of Mike Brown. And because of what happened with Trayvon Martin, and Oscar Grant. And what will I say in response to her tough questions? What is a sufficient answer when I don’t even understand why. How will I provide her with a sense of security and not carry the burden of that worry if I tell her I have the same question she does, to let on that mommy doesn’t know and is just as scared as she is. That’s not a burden any child should have to carry. But so many of our Black children do carry that, because if they didn’t then they might have to find out the hard way. Even when they are aware and do carry that knowledge and burden with them, many still cannot escape the unfair treatment ranging from being watched closely and followed in department stores to being shot and killed while unarmed. Unfortunate doesn’t seem like a sufficient enough adjective to describe how we are treated in society. Disheartening. Unfair. Unjust. Tragic.  Those are a little more accurate.


And at this moment, I am watching CNN news cover the rioting and protests that are happening in Ferguson, MO as a result of the announcement made that Officer Wilson will not be indicted. Let me be clear, I do NOT condone violence. I am very much a Martin Luther King, Jr. advocate and believe in peaceful protesting BUT I understand why my people are behaving this way. I feel the same pain they feel, the same betrayal, the same hurt. It is my personal belief that love and peace conquer all and have greater impact, but my heart still goes out to these angry protestors. They are feeling hopeless, betrayed, ignored… this ruling is a huge slap in the face which loudly proclaims that Black America is subpar. We are not worthy of better treatment, equality and justice. That is what this murder (and the ones prior) mean to us.  And that is why there are angry protests and riots. Let me also be clear that I have followed this story and am well aware of the image portrayed as to who Mike Brown was, and I am not arguing that he is completely innocent and undeserving of discipline. I’m not trying to make him out to be some angelic, model child because based on the reports, he was not that. But, I do not believe he deserved a death sentence for his behavior. Maybe mentoring or an intervention (if needed), even some time in juvenile hall, those seem much more fitting for his bratty, rebellious teenage behavior. But death? No. No, I will never understand how that is justified.

And it breaks my heart, all of it. The murders, the families effected, the people hurting, and now the continued stereotyping and judgment that will be placed upon our people because of the protestors that are vandalizing and being violent. The world will ignore the heart of the matter -which is a group of people feeling ignored, invisible, and alone- and will only see this as stereotypical, trouble-making behavior common among Black people. And, that is heartbreaking.


I gave my daughter extra hugs and kisses today and told her over and over how much I love and adore her, and how much she MATTERS to me and to this world. And I will continue to pray for change, to pray for unity because whether we acknowledge it or not, we are all apart of ONE race – the human race. It’s is tragic that we have lost sight of that and, as a result, have to experience so much hurt and pain and violence. So I pray. I pray for Mike Brown and his family, I pray for everyone hurting, I pray for humanity, I pray for my precious daughter and children everywhere, and I pray for love to be what unites all of us.







Breathtakingly, she floats

Carried by the vibrations

Of energies surrounding her

And because of that

An array of emotions fabricate her soul

She causes a ripple effect

And spreads her love

But absorbs your pain

With her sponge of a spirit

Freeing you

She carries the weight

Of your burdens



She knows no other way to live

There was never a more beautiful

Kind of Insanity

Than the one that lives

Tucked in the folds

Of her strange mind

A chameleon of life

She belongs

To no one

And to everyone

A friend to the world

A creature of the universe

Eternally seeking a truth

That she may never find

But the force of her heart

Won’t allow her to ever stop




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