I am woman who has lived a life, from a birth on drugs, filled with toil and strife.
I grew up in a car touring coast to coast while my mother chased dragons down as well as her ghosts.
Poor and yet privileged to see the sights, to camp in the desert, to drown in city lights.
From the cerulean blues of California seas to the many shades of brown in the Joshua trees.
Arizona skies so black yet so bright are always the best for a true starry sight.
I swim in lakes filled with pink Lilly pads, and hike through the rainbow of fall leaves like a native nomad.
More schools have I seen than a child of a marine, but still, I pursue educational dreams.
From a timid girl to woman so brave, I stand here ready to help the world change.
I will stand up for justice for races of all, I will pull myself up if I should happen to fall.
The change that is here no more dangerous than those before fought, compel me to lead others to give in to naught.
The gender the sex the races these mean nothing, a social construct for continued political “buffering.”
If we all stand tall, if we all shine bright, one day there may not be color in sight.
I lobby for UNICEF, I am an Ambassador for ACS, I will graduate soon should I pass all my tests.
Disaster Management is my ultimate dream, the lives I can save are more important than they seem.
If I can make a difference that can change just one life, then everything I have endured was worth the trouble and strife.
The things that I have seen and this one life I live have taught me that I am a woman in the world that is beautiful in all the colors it gives.
From the color of people to the color of trees, change and leadership in the future is up to you and me.
I am not unique as most others are, just in the way as an individual star.
I have said all I can, and this poem is atrocious, but I did not self-select, and that is ferocious.
Without further ado all you need to know is I do not care about creed, gender, or color. I simply care that we all help one another.
This is who I am. This is how I feel, I hope you respect that I kept it real.
The power is yours if you work to overcome trauma, even when its generational abuse that comes from your momma.
Take heed and work hard, be what you want, be who you are,
Shine bright in the world though the winds may blow, and remember it is always possible to grow.
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Generational Ripples of Hate
Introduction: In the midst of the COVID-19 pandemic, suffering is seemingly the new societal norm the world over. With the entire human race on edge out of fear of an unseen destructive force in our midst, it seems illogical to not be concerned (even if only a little). Every race and nationality have seen its own plethora of challenges. From genetic pre-dispositions to underlying health conditions that lead to an increased susceptibility to a novel new enemy, everyone has suffered in some capacity. Some have been worse off than others, however, and still are exploring their own depths for survival. Whether that be mentally, physically, or economically, the struggle is apparent. Socio-economic status, healthcare infrastructure stability, social class (caste), and even the color of your skin has been analyzed through scientific research. psychological analysis, and sociological input. This has proven that over this past year and a half (depending on global location). Reactance theory and racism has shown us the worst of us all. While those that stepped up when they were needed to go that extra mile have highlighted the best. But what began as an inevitable horror of phylogenetic morphology (the strain varied and changed) of a SARS (Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome) strain, has evolved into a resurgence of something much more devious. A resurgence of hate against the general population, but specifically crimes against those of Asian Ancestry (BBC America, 2021). Violence against Asian Americans (AA) is not a new phenomenon, it is however making a comeback. Unfortunately, due to ignorance and undereducated masses so are the numbers on Pacific Islanders (PI) statistics. The number of race specific attacks, be them physical or verbal, are on the rise owing to a lack of understanding by those who identify them as ‘Asian’ (Porterfield, 2021). Mostly falling under the category of ignorance of other cultures that is unfortunately an American sociological cliché when viewed through the eyes of the rest of the worlds preconceived notions of the ‘socially ignorant American’. This rise in hate and violence against any group of people, to me, is a problem that needs to be handled quickly, and decisively.
By Stanli McCallum5 years ago in Humans
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