I do not like the term
Trees symbolize death to me
instead of life.
How many more of
my brothers and sister must
wear a necklace of rope tied
to a tree for one to understand that
this is an issue?
Instead, they blame such acts on
a mental illness.
A mental disorder in which they treat
as if it is nonexistent.
As if it is nothing more than sadness
that will be cured as time passed.
Funny how our world says time heals
when we’re still trapped in 1954
leaving it to teenagers and college students
to still fix a corrupted government.
People say it was long ago,
but that was only 66 years ago!
Most people still have their grandparents
and great grandparents in their lives.
This is not a new issue.
This is the realization of the blind.
The cries of the mute.
The sounds of the deaf.
The crimes of criminals
they allowed to roam free.
The tears of colored men and women who fought
just to get a sip of water
flows within our veins.
“I am sorry I let you down.”
now moves us to do better for
future generations to come!
We will succeed where many failed
for that is our calling.
A generation of anxious children
now curling their knuckles.
Iron-blooded they stand
before adults armed with tear gas
Iron-willed they chant peacefully;
voices lifting like angels
Beauty lies within colors.
Beauty lies within tearful eyes
and sore throats.
Beauty lies within change.
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Modern day society is deeply rooted in victim blaming. We have unfortunately created a broken system where women first scrutinized for their clothes and actions before even receiving the help and support they need. This poem describes the sad realty of many sexual assault survivors and serves as a message to society to do better.
Change is the law of life. Nothing is perfect and everything needs evolution, improvements, and change either on a smaller level or a bigger level. Each organization, institution, community, and even the smallest unit, citizens, need changes from time to time. As time passes by, everyone’s perspective of understanding the world keeps evolving, and then they see the flaws and need for changes in this world. Most of them ignore it, but those who get concerned about it and wish to implement the changes are called Changemakers, an unbiased community that seeks the betterment of the society going beyond the barriers of caste, race, region, and religion.
The generational trauma of my ancestors Still store themselves within my teenage mind. I flinch at sudden movements of a cis white male And begin reciting my eulogy through my head. I did not get the chance to message my mother goodbye.
“Go back to where you came from!” already forgetting That their foundation was built upon the backs of The beated, bruised, and dark skinned.