It has always been a route to different horizons through blogs.
Thus making the people aware about their own tragidic society has always been my idea. Maybe i can summarize through this platform with my own voice , so i chosed to roar through it.
#HER_STORY 📘
I just came face to face with a helpless, homeless woman in a wheel chair- ♿
near the entrance to office 🛃 depot, begging for food.
I, the useless lump with pockets dry could do nothing to better or prevent the unhappy end in which I left.
I can only ever wonder, how we justify the waste of money,
How I was the only one to notice, who’s heart went limp with pain and anguish-
while people past her by. Why was I the one? Why could I not(like magic) teleport-
a politician or C.E.O for them to explain to her, (to look into her eyes)-
why she can’t have a home and a hot meal to eat in front of her.
If you bought a new tv, if you bought a new pc, if you wasted more then a dollar,
picture her starving face.
If you bought yourself a plane, your a greedy monster, think of her face.
If you feel nothing, you have my hate- following you and following you into your grave.
I spit in your direction, watch the saliva dribble down.
I want you to taste my hatred for your greed then bury you in the ground.
So people like that woman can have a home at last…
instead of begging for what we all should have.
Justify it please, say it to my face
my fist aching, it wants to see you misstep
it wants kiss your chin.
Justify your consumerism, your pointless economy,
your corporate fascism, justify it….
I want to hear your lies before I bust you down!
I want to carry the heads of wall street into a room full of homeless
and watch them celebrate at your demise.
For conscience of humanity has dissipated into a financial wreck that must be stopped
before all is lost.
That woman is probably still sitting outside that store;….. begging…… 😃
I STILL “HŌPĒ” ⚠
You torn her apart for your own joy,
Her soul lies vacant and fragile,
Yet she faces the axe for getting raped,
As no case ,can be filed.
You still roam around and live your life,
While she carries a perennial pain,
Who gave you the right to commit such a heinous crime,
And leave her miserably insane.”
Unfortunately the past cannot be altered but we can certainly look for a brighter future.
“I hope one day, there will be no stare,
I hope one day ,no one will care,
Whether the fabric ,is short or long,
Visible stuff-bra or thong ?
Whether a mini skirt ,or a cloak,
Clothes aren’t right or wrong,
It’s your mind ,facing a deadlock.
I hope one day , no news of rape
I hope one day,no obscene tape
Is it so hard to achieve
A world free of harassment and eve- tease?”
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TRANSFORMATION OF A PEARLAND MOM TO SAVE HER TRANSGENGER CHILD
It may seem strange to deem a story tweeted by the ACLU of Texas“under-recognized,” but Roxanna Asgarian’s feature on a devoutly religious, long-conservative Texas woman’s decision to give up her entire life — losing friends, family and community — and reconfigure her own identity to save her young transgender daughter’s life didn’t seem to generate the attention and discussion it deserved. Maybe it was because it came out inHoustonia’s December issue, maybe because the mother and daughter featured in it had also been written about by national outlets. But Asgarian did the crucial thing that local outlets do, after the national media parachutes in and back out again: She stayed on the story. Her account of Kimberly Shappley’s awakening and devotion to her daughter Kai spans years and is excruciating in its heartbreaking detail. I still wince and shudder thinking about the time Kimberly discovered Kai’s legs were cold while tucking her into bed, only to find her daughter — still called Joseph then — had taken too-small underpants from a toy doll and worn them herself, cutting off her own circulation. While national outlets heralded Kimberly’s heroism, Asgarian showed that their story, and their struggle, is far from over.
Before first grade started, Kai asked her mom a question. “She said, ‘Mommy, when I grow up and have really long hair, will I look weird that I have a penis?’” Shappley recalled. It started a long conversation between them about what makes someone beautiful, and about how everyone’s body is different. Kai seemed satisfied, but later, she followed up: Why, then, don’t princesses have penises?
“I said, ‘How do you know that? How do you know that Ariel wasn’t born with a penis? Because she didn’t like the body she was born in either, and so she changed her body to look like what she felt she was born to be.’”
Now, Shappley said, her and Kai’s “secret giggle-giggle” is that Ariel is transgender, and that other princesses might be, too, because “not everybody tells.”
“It’s constantly having to be an inventive parent, and being quick on your feet,” Shappley said. “But isn’t all parenting that way?”
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