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Hope, (A Lament From The Trail Of The Refugee)
Posted in depression, dreams, empowerment, freedom, gaza, grief, Homs, hope, inequality, israel, justice, life, loss, MENA, Mohammed, nakba, palestine, personal growth, poetry, refugee camp, refugees, regret, writing, tagged apartheid, asylum, despair, exile, faith, famine, fraternity, friends, gaza, Gaza Strip, home, hope, hopelessness, hunger, illegal settlements, kibbutz, love poetry, Nakba, pain, palestine, peace, poems, poetry, refugees, sadness, sorrow, Syria, the earth, violence, Writing on April 29, 2017| Leave a Comment »
Backwards by Warsan Shire, a poem that reminded me of my fathers death last month
Posted in aging, childhood, death, depression, dreams, empowerment, grief, growth, hope, life, loss, personal growth, poetry, regret, relationships, truth, writing, tagged death, Family, home, life, Literature, poems, poetry, relationships, warsan shire on February 9, 2017| Leave a Comment »
And The Gods Told Our Fathers
Posted in death, Fascisim, grief, growth, hope, justice, life, loss, love, poetry, politics, politics, regret, war, writing, tagged faith, Family, life, Literature, poetry, politics, religion, violence on February 2, 2017| Leave a Comment »
And the Gods told our fathers
Give us your sons
And we will trade their smiles for death.
Send us their coats of many colours
And we will change those colours to red,
Give us their sandals
And we will exchange them for boots with which
To tread upon the lives of nameless mothers.
Give us their shirts and
We will smother the children in them.
And they will hate us for it.
We will lie to them,
We will never set them free.
We will take the lives of your sons
In wars over greed and lust.
Our altars of sacrifice will bleed once more
With glorious blood.
The spilled blood of your sons
The sons of the poor, the sons of the illiterate,
The sons without hope, and the foolishly brave.
And we will teach you deception,
We will teach you loss
We will teach you sorrow and
We will desert you when you grieve
And you will thank us for it.
Racist friend
Posted in crimes against humanity, Donald Trump, dreams, empowerment, equality, family, feminisim, inequality, jim crow, justice, life, Neo-nazis, personal growth, politics, racisim, regret, relationships, slavery, Sverigedemokraterna, writing, tagged prejudice, race, Racism, racist, racist friend, racist trump on January 22, 2017| Leave a Comment »
I have a new favorite song!! The lyrics are strong but so very correct. We all know, or most of us know, or have met at least one racist in our lives, or someone who is “soft” about racism. They tell you they aren’t, but laugh at racist jokes, maybe even tell them, but they assure you, they “don’t believe this way”. I remember when I lived in NW Portland. I had just repainted and refurnished my flat. I threw a party. A boyfriend of one of my cowokers told me and my guests a racist joke, he made sure he had everyones attention. I was mortified!! I looked him right in the eye and told him that racism is forbidden in my house and my life. I asked him why he would think it was acceptable. We had never met before that night. I apologized to my coworker and tgen told him he needed to leave, immediately. He then said that he “wasn’t that way, but wanted to see my reaction”. I responded; ” Well, now you’ve seen it. I hope you hesitate the next time you want to tell such a crass joke”.
This is one of the strongest ways to help people realize just how unacceptable racism is. It hits in the head like a baseball bat and we need to stand up with all of our strength against it. The more we make it known PRECISELY how unnacceptable it is, the more uncomfortable it becomes. Education is a strong tool. Use it in positive ways. Use it with strength.
Here are the lyrics;
If you have a racist friend
Now is the time, now is the time
For your friendship to end
Be it your sister, be it your brother
Be it your cousin, or your uncle, or your lover
If you have a racist friend
Now is the time, now is the time
For your friendship to end
Be it your best friend, or any other
Is it your husband, or your father, or your mother
Either change their views
Or change your friends
If you have a racist friend
Now is the time, now is the time
For your friendship to end
So if you know a racist who thinks he is your friend
Now is the time, now is the time
For your friendship to end
Call yourself my friend
Now is the time to make up your mind
Don’t try to pretend
Be it your sister, be it your brother
Be it your cousin, or your uncle, or your lover
So if you have a racist friend
Now is the time, now is the time
For our friendship to end
#NowPlaying Racist Friend – P3 Version by Naomi Pilgrim
Postcard from America Trying to process. By Kate Zambreno
Posted in depression, Donald Trump, dreams, empowerment, equality, Fascisim, gender equality, grief, life, Neo-nazis, personal growth, politics, politics, racisim, regret, truth, womens' rights, writing on December 14, 2016| Leave a Comment »
This is so spot on! A fascinatingly scary article about Trump, and the hatred behind his election. Written BEFORE the election, it so accurately reflects Americas state of mind. To quote a part of the article; ” This is not my grief, I do not own it, I cannot appropriate it, but it is my grief as an American, and I’m reminded of that line in David Wojnarowicz’s jeremiad, Close to the Knives, lines that I could tattoo on my ever expanding and discontented body, I’ve quoted them so often: “I want to throw up because we’re supposed to quietly and politely make house in this killing machine called America and pay taxes to support our own slow murder and I’m amazed we’re not running amok in the streets, and that we can still be capable of gestures of loving after lifetimes of all this.” ”
Read and be afraid!
Don’t Bite The Hook, a Buddhist look at the election
Posted in depression, Donald Trump, empowerment, equality, Fascisim, hope, inequality, justice, leadership, life, personal growth, politics, politics, racisim, reconciliation, regret, truth, writing, Zen on November 15, 2016| Leave a Comment »
This is the first of posts about the US election and the victory of Mr. Trump. I must admit I’m still processing my feelings, dealing with my shock, my bitterness, my anger and a very deep sorrow, among other feelings. I hope to post my own reactions soon, and am hoping, dear reader, that they will be something more positive, as much as possible, than what I’ve been writing on the privacy of my own computer.
I hope you find the article helpful, if not enlightening.