LifeOnTheVerge

the complete works of erica j. radford
2017-06-14 03:37:02 (UTC)

It Breaks my Heart...

There is still so much hate in this world that there are people suffering viscous torture in concentration camps for their way of life and their way of loving.

There are people that have to fight every day to live amongst their neighbours and live amongst parts of society that are so stuck in a closed mindframe that they cast them out, bully them, use hateful words and speech and look the other way when they've fallen or are being beaten.

There are people who grow up 'knowing' that they're "not normal", an "outcast", a "deviant" or "not worth it".

There are religious people who interpret ancient writings in such a way, they turn people away from sanctuaries, safe places and churches because they are unholy, sinful or going against their beliefs.

It breaks my heart that we don't help each other. That we don't help someone up when they've fallen down. That we sit and watch castles crumble all around us and hide in our own because we can't risk losing or affecting ours. That we sit there with our judgey chagrins and lable people according to how much we 'feel' like dealing with and accept only those we deem 'worthy'.

When is it we forgot who we were? When is it we forgot about humanity; community; allegiance.
When is it we decided we can only do this or that, or maybe donate to this charity or maybe just push it aside in our minds and it'll go away eventually.
When did we get so cold? So stuck in our own little messes that we can't help anyone else clean theirs?

It breaks my heart to know that right now all I can do is inform people of these atrocities, hope and pray for their souls, donate anything I can to the cause that is working to free them from this horrific botched decision camp and start figuring out how to start getting more involved with community outreach, advocacy and support groups and look out for the other little guys.

As a little one, who has been abused, bullied, cast out, shoved around, pushed aside and stabbed in the back by family, friends and loves. As someone who has known disfunction, disorder, anger, anxiety, panic, terror and loneliness. I can't stand seeing and hearing constantly, this shitty barrage of awful and devastating human acts against our own kind. Our own people. Our own veins; grains; rings; branches; leaves and breath from the same tree of life.

It breaks my heart that we forget that all blood is red when spilled, no matter the being--of beating heart, soul and spirit, it comes from.




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