humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
The Final Chapter of Anchor
On March 18th 2020, I meant Chunk for the first time. I picked him up in Barrie, Ontario after he hitch hiked from Vancouver BC. The reason he hitch hiked from Vancouver, BC was to be in a band with my now ex boyfriend Anchor. They started a band which also included Anchor’s ex-girlfriend called Gutter Puddle. Anchor arrived via plane on March 2nd 2020, I paid for his ticket as he told me a story of how she was abusing him. Looking back, one of the main things that I should have listened to when we decided to video chat on February 29th 2020 was when he said “ I am all about my band and I will not come to Ontario unless Chunk comes with me". I just wanted to help Anchor and I had history that went all the way back to 2014. I told Anchor that he could come with Chunk as long as there were no drugs and alcohol in my home. I also explained that on March 3rd 2020 I had court for the domestic charges that had been laid on an ex from 2018. He was aware of these charges as he was witness to the break and enter in 2018 but never ended up giving a statement. Anchor was there while I was being stalked and going through the process of having charges laid on my ex-boyfriend.
By Moon Child 5 years ago in Humans
The Struggle with Kindness, Empathy, and Putting Yourself in Another Person’s Shoes
The Struggle with Kindness, Empathy, and Putting Yourself in Another Person’s Shoes By. Angelica Garcia Was there a time where you felt misunderstood or treated unfairly? If you told someone your story, any person who experienced something similar would understand. However, a person doesn't have to share something similar to understand. All that another person needs to do is put themselves in your shoes. As young children, many people were taught to treat others how they'd like to be treated, and they were challenged to put themselves in other people's shoes. For some reason, as some people become older, this concept is forgotten, and people would hurt other people without thinking about how they'd feel if it were the other way around.
By Angelica Lyanna N. Garcia5 years ago in Humans
Angry, Ghetto, & Loud
Being A Black Woman I can't tell you how many times I have been judged on how I look like, before someone actually got to know me. It might have been the type of clothes I was wearing or just simply that my skin color was a darker shade. That I have gotten treated differently. Also, because of how my hair looks kinky, being natural sometimes comes with problems. Like people calling me names because my hair is "nappy" where some people think it should be a different way.
By TiJah Writes5 years ago in Humans
Everyone for Themselves
I guess I am on a bit of a roll at this point, writing things that maybe controversial to some, but really are fundamental things that should be in the hearts and minds of all of us humans on Earth. My views may not be the same as yours, and that is perfectly fine. The important thing is that when you compose your viewpoint and own it from beginning to end and at every point along the way, that you consider what you believe from every angle. Take time before you commit yourself to expressing your feelings, your hopes and dreams as you may be called to defend or explain them.
By Gary Hauger5 years ago in Humans
Counting Stars
Standing in front of the door, before heading inside for the night as the still air blows with a gentle breeze rustling the trees. No noise is heard as the street below is bare. The only source of light is the full moon staring back at you as you stand with one hand in your pocket and the other gripping your keys as if they are your safety line to life. Suddenly a thought, a memory to be more specific pops into your head and you can smell the distinct scent of vanilla and lavender. Your mouth tastes of peppermint. And your eyes blink back tears as the song that you listened to on repeat comes flooding back lyric after lyric. Humming along you stare at the moon in a heated stare down. Willing yourself not to blink you stand there. Goosebumps rise on your skin as the temperatures drop. Lights fill the blacktop street as a car passes by.
By Katelyn Doner 5 years ago in Humans
AFRICA FOR AFRICANS
We are Africans, removed from home.. we are not black. Do not call us black. You don’t call an Indian man “brown” or a Japanese Man “white” you call them what they are. You give them the respect. Before you think to murmer the solmn word man you music include their rightful title which they bare on their being, their home, their birth. On their bones with an identity.. we are all proud right? No. They have ripped the pride of Africans with the title “BLACK”. The color of a car tire! The color of a leather coat, the color of a room with no lights but BLACK. Has been pinned to our skin and bones as if it’s our identity, as if it is where we are born. Well I have news for you, I and my brothers and sisters are African. The reason I open with this is the same reason I will explain why my African brothers and sisters must return home. To reclaim yourselves and cleanse yourself from the title black and be reborn as African. To cleanse the sludge of the layer of black. Repeatedly screaming from the deapths of falsehood in the sub conscious. BLACK....
By Muhammad Ayubbi 5 years ago in Humans
