ripe age of
an eight and a four
an age everyone
is more concerned
about my love life
than i will ever be
idea upon idea
impressed upon me
layers of expectations
domes of doom
cement into a cage
as gentle voices
do i know what i want?
do they know what i want?
*I doubt that you can read the above and not feel its peacefulness even though the subject appears to be one that is of great sadness. Tien is great at this. I wanted to do a direct Reblog, but that option is not available via his blog. Please show him some love via the link above. Peace, beautiful people.
Occasionally, we come across a piece of work that wakes us up. This is one such work. If you feel so inclined, give him a follow. You won’t be disappointed as he writes as though a constant flame is burning deep within him, i.e., he’s always on fire. Yaaasss!
Please show the author some love via the “Original post.”
On the patched road,
I am gone. My body departing
scene of mischief and parades
have passed this way.
No future to hide these nulled avenues.
I am skipping town till I find
the rooster who soar.
These are indefinite times. All my
moon gazing turned over.
Nothing like a good surprise.
But the stigma is a packed gun,
bullets of adamantine.
Leaving the body behind,
I am skyrocketing into the space –
my partial smile
and no other –
the partition of my mind challenged.
Dip a boat into my asterisk I have pulled
over my neck. Fever is complete
but the vortex keeps pulling me.
The drama is off, a misfit tragedy
but I escape the land where the grazing sheep
are nipping at the grass –
I am taking the high road to jeopardy.
Challenge open Saturday 24th November 2018 – Thursday 29th November 2018
Welcome to a slightly late Six Word Story Challenge.
Regular contributors, my apologies! It’s been a hectic week, moving back home after 2 weeks living out while the kitchen was rebuilt, then a visit from one of my oldest and best friends – all of which has left me very behind with other commitments. But I’m back, albeit 12 hours late!
So for those who have never dropped by before, here’s how it works. A new prompt is posted every Saturday morning at 9am (or thereabouts) GMT, either on this site or that of fellow blogger Wonderwall. Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to plot a story on that subject… in just six words. And your prompt for this week, echoing the crazy busy week I’ve had, is:
The following story that’s being shared here is that of a Middle Eastern 14-year-old effeminate boy who was viciously murdered by a heartless adult based on his appearance. I cannot… My heart breaks over and over reading about instances like this all over the world. Hate is too damn real and it needs to be extinguished. When you can put it in your mind to murder someone based on their appearance or any differences from you simply because you do not like those differences or appearances, you have no heart. YOU HAVE NO SOUL!
Hamoudi’s last words were, “I want my Mom.” Authoritative officials are not doing anything, conducting an investigation into this child’s senseless murder is on their back burner. Beliefs, patriarchy, old ways and traditions are their focus points, not the lives of human beings and the basic need for respect and acceptance.
A young boy died because a man thought that he was too effeminate to deserve to live. The man stabbed him repeatedly in the gut, and then taunted him while he bled to death.
I want to honor his memory and help infuse his short life with meaning, but I want to think about people closer to home too.
I write a lot about LGBTQ equality. I write a lot about violence committed in the US against LGBTQ people. I write a lot about how violence rates have been rising dramatically over the past two years — ever since Trump came to power.
I’ve been working hard to promote awareness and to educate people. Some of the responses I’ve received from fellow Americans are unspeakable. I’ve been told point blank (and repeatedly) that transgender women deserve to be raped in prison.
I’ve been told that murders of gay youth aren’t important. I’ve been told that rising rates of violence are funny. Fellow Americans have sent me animated gifs of cartoon characters laughing.
So please don’t anyone think I wrote this article to condemn violence in the Middle East in particular.
The link above will lead you directly to the full write-up about this travesty by James Finn, a fellow Medium Writer. James does not tire of fighting for equality and LGBTQ rights. Share this, please. If you believe that a person’s life means more than their sexuality, their beliefs, their appearance, and anything else that should not be a determining factor for hate and maliciousness, then please send your words out into the ether.
There are many instances happening right now in the States that are putting many connected to, affiliated, and associated with the LGBTQ community in grave danger, and causing many more to commit suicide.
THIS IS NOT LIFE!
Whatever happened to love? Where is it in these times? Why doesn’t it always show its head? Be love. Be open. Know that your ways are not the only ways.
You are not judge, jury, and executioner. You never will be.