Thursday, July 30, 2026

Jarsah Beyan is living Life colorless


Let's Live Life Colorless,life is not a competition or just a rap song.

People often ask me why I don't see the world through the lens of race first.

The truth is, I was raised differently by really religious parents (no wonder I rebellion as soon as I turn 18).However,Im greatful for the introduction to Christianity now(thats why I turn to my bible instead of drugs or alcohol when I have a problem).Yet,I am not perfect,still a work in progress.

I was taught not to judge people by the color of their skin, and not to assume everyone from one race will treat you the same because of what someone else did. Do racism and colorism exist? Absolutely. I know they do. I've experienced prejudice myself. But I've also been betrayed, helped, encouraged, and supported by people from every background imaginable.

Because of that, I've chosen a different way to live.

I see people as people.

I'm what I jokingly call an equal opportunist. I give everyone the opportunity to show me who they are before I decide what kind of person they are. I don't let the actions of one individual become my opinion of an entire race.

Life is too short for that.

Of course you'll meet ignorant people. You'll meet prejudiced people. You'll meet manipulative people. Sadly, that's part of life. But I've always tried to surround myself with open-minded people who care more about character than complexion.

As I got older and studied psychology, I learned more about bias and how environments shape people. I realized that people aren't born racist or prejudiced. Those beliefs are usually learned somewhere along the way. Understanding that helped me become even less judgmental.

That doesn't mean I ignore racism.I have met racist, corrupt,greedy government officials and judges such as Judge Amy and experience racist court systems  such as North Corolina,Alabama and more that stole what belong to me because I am black and used envious relatives as scapegoats.

It means I refuse to become the very thing I dislike by judging entire groups of people.

Recently someone came into my images and turned what was supposed to be a positive, welcoming space into a discussion about race, colorism, and comparisons between women in the music industry. They even posted before-and-after photos of female celebrities, discussing surgery and skin tone.

Honestly...

I don't understand why another woman's appearance is anyone else's business.

My platform isn't here to tear women down. It isn't here to compare skin tones or argue over who had it easier. My platform welcomes everyone.

I never set out to become a singer. My passions have always included dancing, photography, art, computers, engineering, programming, and writing. Music has simply been something that helps me express myself. Sometimes a song won't leave my head until I write it down.

That's why I create.

Not for fame.

Not for validation.

Not because I dreamed of signing with a record label.

Ironically, I've received collaboration requests from people of every race and even record label offers sitting in my email. I honestly feel bad because I'm terrible at checking my email, and some of those offers sat there for months. If anyone thinks I ignored them because I thought I was too good, that's simply not true. Life got busy, and checking email has never been one of my strengths.

But even then, getting signed was never my goal.

I simply enjoy creating.

What saddened me wasn't someone's opinion.

It was watching someone bring bitterness, insecurity, and negativity into a space that was never about that.

I've seen people argue that certain complexions have it easier in entertainment. That's not really my place to judge. What I do know is that I've seen incredibly talented women from every complexion. Many of them could succeed because they're genuinely gifted.

Talent matters.

Character matters.

Work ethic matters.

And how you treat people matters.

For me personally, I don't believe in changing myself to make strangers approve of me. Surgery isn't something I want. Bleaching my skin isn't something I want.

I'm happy exactly as I am.

My goal has always been simple:

Eat.

Sleep.

Stay Black.

Die happy.

No matter what your complexion is, I hope you learn to love yourself.

Because if you can't love yourself, you'll spend your whole life chasing approval from people who were never responsible for giving you your worth in the first place.

Sometimes people wonder why opportunities stop coming their way. They blame race. They blame other women. They blame the industry.

But sometimes the answer isn't your appearance.

Sometimes it's your attitude.

If someone watches how you behave after receiving opportunities and sees bitterness, manipulation, negativity, aggression, controlling behavior, or constantly inserting yourself into other people's lives, they may simply decide they don't want to work with you.

Character follows you into every room.

I've been welcomed by people from every race without anyone suggesting I change my skin tone or become someone I'm not.

That's why I refuse to use my platform to attack entire groups of people.

Yes, I've encountered racist individuals. Yes, there are people in positions of power who abuse that power. Those experiences are real, and they shouldn't be ignored.

But those experiences also don't give me permission to decide that every person who shares their skin color is exactly the same.

That would be unfair.

Life has introduced me to incredible Black people, incredible White people, incredible Asian people, incredible Latino people, and incredible people from backgrounds I knew very little about before meeting them.

Good people exist everywhere.

Bad people exist everywhere.

My psychology education taught me something I'll never forget: people are deeply influenced by their environment. If someone only grows up surrounded by one way of thinking, that may become the only way they know the world. But we all have the ability to grow beyond our environment if we're willing to learn.

That's the life I've chosen.

Not colorless because I ignore culture.

Not colorless because I deny history.

Colorless because I choose to judge individuals by their character instead of assuming who they are before they speak.

Please don't come onto my platform expecting me to spread hatred toward any race or tear down other women to make someone else feel better.

That's simply not who I am.

I'd rather spend my energy celebrating people than dividing them.

Let's live life a little more colorless, Shallow less and a lot more compassionate.

#Self Help,#Self Love,#Mental Health,#Take the cocktail if offer#Peace.


Wednesday, July 29, 2026

Jarsah Doppleganger "younger" story time.


A Little Bedtime Story for My Silent Readers

Before I go to sleep, I thought I'd leave a little bedtime story for the people who enjoy keeping up with my life online. You probably think I don't realize you're watching, but trust me—I know. Honestly, I find it more amusing than anything else.

One thing I've noticed is that when I share parts of my story, people often assume I'm joking or looking for attention. They don't realize that I'm simply talking about my own experiences. What makes me laugh the most is when I ask someone a question and they assume I'm fishing for information. In reality, if I'm asking, it's usually because I've already done my homework. I've already connected the dots, found what I needed to find, and I'm simply giving people the opportunity to be honest before I move on.

I've always been a naturally curious person. If something doesn't make sense, I'm going to follow the trail until it does. That's just how my mind works. Nobody has to tell me what to think because I'm perfectly capable of putting puzzle pieces together myself.

What surprises me is how many people underestimate that.

As I continued asking questions and paying attention, I realized my story was much bigger than I originally imagined. For me, it was never just about money. Money comes and goes. What mattered most was my identity and how deeply something so personal can affect a person's life. Once I started seeing patterns, I couldn't simply ignore them anymore.

There came a point where I considered letting everything go because peace has always been more valuable to me than conflict. But sometimes situations grow beyond the point where silence feels like the right choice. When something involves your identity and your life, it's hard to simply pretend it never happened.

The interesting part is that people seem convinced someone must be secretly feeding me information. That's probably the funniest assumption of all. No one is whispering in my ear. I'm living my own life, noticing what happens around me, asking questions, and drawing my own conclusions. Curiosity has always been one of my greatest strengths.

Ironically, what caught my attention the most wasn't what people said—it was the silence. Sometimes silence tells a much bigger story than words ever could.

I also find it interesting how closely some people follow everything I do while pretending they don't. That's one of the reasons I continue writing. My blog isn't about seeking attention. It's simply my place to share my thoughts, and if people choose to read every word, that's their decision.

Along the way, I've also had to accept that not everyone who smiles at you genuinely wants the best for you. That realization can be painful, especially when it involves people you once admired or trusted. It's never easy discovering that relationships aren't always what they seemed.

Even so, I don't carry hate in my heart. I don't celebrate anyone's hardships, and I don't wish failure on anyone. I simply believe everyone is responsible for the choices they make. Eventually, those choices speak for themselves.

Today, I sleep peacefully because I know my conscience is clear. I don't spend my nights worrying about revenge or trying to control anyone else's life. My focus is on protecting my own peace, trusting God, and continuing forward one day at a time.

If there's one thing I've learned, it's that the truth doesn't need to run. It eventually arrives on its own schedule.

So this little bedtime story isn't about convincing anyone to believe me. It's simply my story, told from my perspective. Take it however you choose. It's funny to me how you can ask a relative a question and they  think you don't know the answer (if I'm asking you a question, it's not because I'm fishing for information, its because I already know the answer). I think it's funny that people don't realize I know all of my doppelganger's names( nobody told me this information.  For example,  I believe one of my doppleganger's last name is "younger" and that's who I believe is controlling things in  Australia. A cousin is behind this and it's sad because this actually used to be one of my favorite cousin. Funny how many doppelgangers there are.For each doppelganger's they married me off. For example, I believe one of my husband's works for the United Nations and goes by the last name "moore", isn't that hilarious. I'll leave it at that for now. He who laughs last,laughs the very best. I really think yall should start practicing your pruno making skills.I intend to collect alimony from all of my husband's.

Wednesday, July 22, 2026

WELCOME TO POEMCAST AKA STALKCAST


I dedicate this Blog to all the desperate men and women out there trolling and competing  with themselves.Mental Health is so important.May your life really be as perfect as you pretend for the internet ladies .











Nothing like inner peace.
 

Monday, July 20, 2026

Breaking news:Jarsah Beyan knockoff version alert.








Breaking News: Apparently I'm So Fabulous, I Have My Own Knockoff Version



Well, folks... it appears I've become important enough to have my own bargain-bin impersonator.

Somewhere out there, a woman has decided that being herself sounded exhausting, so she found an old photo of me online, created fake accounts, and has been pretending to be yours truly. Yep. If you've been chatting with "me" online, there's a chance you've actually been talking to Discount Me™.

She's replying to messages as if she's me. Why? According to what I've observed, a guy; my original stalker—who seemed more interested in my opportunities, reputation, and image than building his own—wanted access to everything attached to my name. Instead of creating his own story, they apparently decided it would be easier to rewrite mine.

That's commitment.

This fake account watches my online posts, studies them like she's preparing for the final exam, and even clones my voice using videos I've posted on JarsahBeyan.com. Imagine spending that much time becoming someone else when you could simply enjoy a hobby like painting, crafting and jewelry making.

I also noticed one of the fake accounts following the original stalker, one of the people who has been stalking my online activity. Funny how small the internet becomes when everyone keeps bumping into each other.

For now, enjoy the show. Remember, the internet has this wonderful little invention called an IP address. It has a surprisingly good memory.

To clear things up, I only have three online accounts, and I'm not actively using them right now:

  • X: @jarsahcreations

  • Instagram: @jarsahcreation

  • Facebook: Jarsah Beyan (the profile with the red dress)

The Facebook profile with the leopard dress is NOT me.

Here's where things become even stranger.

This impersonator has allegedly accepted business opportunities while pretending to be me. She has messaged people, gained followers, and carried on conversations under my name.

So if you believe you've been talking to me online... chances are you've been talking to an imposter. That's fraud, not friendship.

Anyone who actually knows me knows I'm an introvert. I don't randomly message people online. If "I" suddenly appeared in your inbox acting like your long-lost best friend, congratulations—you've probably met Fake Me.

My original stalker met her in my images trolling; he promised her rewards for pretending to be me. That's certainly one career path.

Another giveaway? Filters.

She uses lots of filters.and Ai cloning voice device(very desperate)

I don't, unless 'Im creating digital art.

If my face suddenly looks like it was polished by a team of Hollywood special-effects artists and surrounded by glowing butterflies... that's your clue.

Finally, for anyone wondering where my real content appears:

The only place I post my videos, images or blogs is on JarsahBeyan.com.

The truth has a funny habit of showing up eventually, and when it does, there are consequences.

Until then... if you see two versions of me online, remember: one is the original, and the other is apparently working overtime in the world's strangest unpaid acting role.







Thursday, July 16, 2026

Jarsah Beyan smiles, demolishing of cdc


someone noticeI lost weight,I told them ,I would never try to lose weight on purpose,not everyone was meant to be small but fasting and praying will do that to you.









Just me and the men upstairs.

Saturday, June 20, 2026

JarsahBeyanstolenlandBryan c Thompson public Administrator For my stolen estate.

I dont know why the courts send me things via mail when people are aggressively looking for my address to intercept it.Nothing new; breaking into my mailbox or paying off mailmen.

Since yall married me off to J Bryan Williams in order to steal from me I want my alimony.


Energy dont lie.





Tuesday, August 13, 2024

Jarsah Beyans "A Sided Love Story Friends Without Benefits (But With a Paycheck): A Cyberfriend's Comic Chronicles"







Introduction:

In a world where swiping right leads to awkward dates and ghosting, a new kind of connection has emerged – the cyberfriend. No, not the creepy kind lurking in the dark corners of the internet, but the paid companions who offer a listening ear and a virtual shoulder to lean on. It's like having a friend without the benefits (or the awkward run-ins at the grocery store). So, grab your keyboard and let's dive into the hilarious world of cyberfriendship.

Chapter 1: The Accidental Cyberfriend

It all started with a late-night Google search for "how to make money without leaving my couch." I stumbled upon a website called "RentaCyberFriend." Intrigued, I clicked on the link and found myself in a world of virtual companionship. I mean, who wouldn't want to get paid to chat with strangers? I signed up, created a profile highlighting my exceptional listening skills and witty banter, and waited for the requests to roll in.

Chapter 2: My First Client

My first client was a guy named Bob who was going through a tough breakup. He needed someone to talk to, someone who would listen without judgment. I poured myself a cup of relaxing tea, put on my best "empathetic friend" voice, and we chatted for hours. By the end of the session, Bob was feeling better and I was a couple hundred dollars richer. It was a win-win situation.

Chapter 3: The Cat Lady

Not all my clients were as easy to handle as Bob. I once had a client who was obsessed with cats. She spent the entire session showing me pictures of her feline friends and telling me about their quirky personalities. I tried my best to pretend to be interested, but by the end of the hour, I was ready to claw my eyes out.

Chapter 4: The Conspiracy Theorist

Then there was the client who believed the government was spying on him through his toaster. He spent the entire session rambling on about microchips and mind control. I tried to steer the conversation back to something more grounded, but he was convinced I was part of the conspiracy. I ended the session early and vowed to never accept another request from someone who thought their appliances were out to get them.

Conclusion:

Being a cyberfriend is a unique and often hilarious experience. It's like being a therapist, a comedian, and a confidante all rolled into one. Sure, there are some awkward moments and strange requests, but at the end of the day, it's rewarding to know that you're making a difference in someone's life, even if it's just through a computer screen. And hey, the extra cash doesn't hurt either.

Disclaimer: This blog is purely for entertainment purposes and does not endorse or promote any specific cyberfriendship platform. Remember, internet safety is important. Always be cautious when interacting with strangers online. However, if you need to send them a clear message then play the video Below


Jarsah Beyans Official  Music Video  "A One-Sided Love Story:



Jarsah Beyan is living Life colorless

Let's Live Life Colorless,life is not a competition or just a rap song. People often ask me why I don't see the world through the l...