A Haiku in ten parts
A torturous thing —
Living in one’s skin waiting
For the next bullet
A deep “virtual
Insanity” has gotten
The best of freedom
Of the free, home of the brave,”
We backstab with love
This, a country that
Hails its flag as kings and queens
Over its people
They say they want us —
But spend their time keeping us
Buried above ground
Stifling, isn’t it?
How UnAmerican most
We’re disposable —
That’s how it feels when folks drag
You out with the trash
Too many speakers —
Not enough listeners, so
Nothing’s getting done
Devastation hits —
strips away homes and loved ones,
His words are, “Good Luck!”
Priorities shift —
Other things take precedence
Over human lives
Justice, where is your place
in damned cities and states unsure
of their constitutional rights?
Are you equipped to handle the damaging
tides rushing in and submerging people
under your watch?
Tasked with satisfying everyone
regarding everything, Justice, can you
handle your job?
Will you pass it down to your
offspring or shield them from the heartache
it will cause trying to manage
what cannot be?
Where is your listening ear
when the death tolls rise?
Justice, you used to be punctual.
Lately, you are beating around bushes
and lollygagging with teenagers unsure
of their place in this world.
I was certain that we paid you well.
I was sure that you had everything you needed.
Justice, how many more lives
must be taken for you to see
that the world is less humane
when you’re off duty?
How many more days will pass
without you willing to change and clean
up the messes you have made?
You used to be admirable,
a timeless happenstance that everyone
You used to be d e p e n d a b l e.
Now, Justice, you are fading from view
and the place you once held is
the place you hide from.
You are homeless,
Void of concern and care
Who should we turn to?
Originally shared via A Cornered Gurl on Instagram.
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.
I Want My Mom by James Finn https://link.medium.com/2qhN5oa8lR
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.