“Being a good person doesn’t depend on your religion or status in your life, your race or skin color, political views or culture. It depends on how good you treat others.”
I am tired of being defined by the superficial characteristics that provide others comfort because they know which box to put me in.
I was born a certain way—and I have always believed sometimes contrary to those around me that the variety of skin shades is beautiful and something to celebrate.
The truth is, the topic of race, still makes a lot of people feel uncomfortable—they don’t want to talk about it, fearing that they may be seen as prejudiced.
But more importantly, most people don’t want to truly acknowledge their own thoughts and feelings regarding their skin color or that of others.
It makes people feel edgy, as if talking about race is wrong to do, yet discussing racial differences is the only way that we can understand one another and squash any lingering prejudice or false beliefs, once and for all.
Honestly, I haven’t ever given a lot of thought to my skin color, because I don’t see it as something that I’m proud of, but it’s also not necessarily something that I feel condemned by either.
It just is.
It seems there is and will always be a standard by which we are judged.
Do I act white?
Am I feminine enough?
Am I motherly enough?
Am I adulting well?
who I am is not defined by the color of my skin.
If I can be described by any color it’s in the flush of rosiness of my cheeks when I am excited or blushing and in the deep blues of my eyes, as they swim with desire when I am looking into the eyes of my lover.
These colors say something about who I am and what kind of heart I have.
The reality is, the depths of my soul can’t be defined by the fact my great grandparents came from Finland, Sweden, and Germany.
My soul is a collection of my dreams and the thoughts held within the private sanctions of my mind.
It’s in my desire to make the world a better place and to help as many individuals as I can.
I am unique because, regardless of skin color, there is no one else quite like me in this world.
And that is what not only truly defines who I am, but who we all are.
- I am not a color, and I am not a place
- we should accept our ethnicity despite social views
- History should not identify me
- I should not be distinguished because of my physical appearance
I had that dream again
The one where I killed her
I know it is just a dream
But, it does not feel like one
I feels like a memory
The rumors about her have died down
society is moving on to a new piece of drama to feed on
I hear their fake apologies
I remember her
I had that dream again
The one where I kill her
The dream is so vivid
Did I kill her?
I had that dream again.
The one where I kill her
Her family is grieving
I can not sleep
Is the Killer me?
Where was I?
Where is she?
When will this be over?
When will I be free?
Nature is beautiful
And I will never believe that
earth is a wasteland
It is clear
There are endangered
Animals on this earth
Why should I care
for hunters who kill for sport
I am expressing
STOP the massacre
let them die
Trees are cut down
Plants are uprooted
watch birds scared away from
make a difference in this world
It would not be wise to
dispose of garbage in our
prevent innocent lives from
being captured by pollution
consider yourself weak if you
pollute the air that all the living breath
care about the earth because the earth cares about you
it is a lie that you should
fling garbage on every space you walk
make the earth a better place
and never say
nature is disgusting
The shards of glass covered the cold, icy, black asphalt.
looking like sparkling stars strewn across the black sky.
Their brilliance catching the corner of my eye,
making me slow down, just to look at them a little longer.
In my awe of the sheer beauty of broken glass.
I couldn’t help but think,
How could someone else’s tragedy be so beautiful to me.
Well, giving birth is nothing like I would have expected.
I had a very stressful day.
We had a big rain storm during the day, and the roof in the pantry decided it wanted to start leaking.
By the time me and my boyfriend found this out, a lot of out food (pasta, rice, etc.) was damaged.
I was an emotional wreak.
My boyfriend kicked me out of the house so he could clean it up.
I went to my parents and cried at my moms, while thinking “man these braxton hicks contractions are getting bad”
By the time I went back home, three hours later, by boyfriend made me call labor and delivery and they told me to come in.
When I was in the process of packing my bag, my water broke. Looks like the baby is coming!
We went to the hospital at 11:00 p.m and i started the paper work and got all hooked up to I’vs.
The pain was getting so intense, I felt like my pelvic bone was breaking.
I got some pain medication and tired to sleep, when we realized that the baby was passing his first poop already.
I finally was dilated to a five, and I got the epidural.
Then his heart rate was dropping with every contraction, so they had to do an emergence c-section.
At this point I was having labor shakes, and I had to be held down during the c-section.
It felt so weird. I was being pulled and tugged, and I had my boyfriend tell me everything that was happening.
When I heard his first cry at 10:20 a.m I started crying. My boyfriend told me that the baby had hair, and he was the most perfect thing he had ever seen.
I fell in love with my new family instantly.
My baby is now 2 weeks old, and let me tell you it has not been easy.
We are all trying to get into the swing of things, but one thing is for sure- we love each other to the moon and back!
Parents all want their sons and daughters to be happy…and even successful.
They have standards and dreams for their children.
However, should parents have different hopes for their sons than daughters?
According to a post I read (where I got the inspiration to write this post) on: http://learning.blogs.nytimes.com/ a recent study found that American parents hold different expectations for their children. One example is American parents seem to want their boys smarter, and their girls Skinnier.
Lets start off with some pictures to tell the story:
Males and females are different, but equal. Therefore, we should treat all our children the same way and base goals and standards off of our children as they grow with new interests. Parents shouldn’t be worrying if their daughter is too overweight and if their son isn’t intelligent unless they are equally concerned for both children.
We cannot forget the other side of the argument either….
People might believe it is okay to have different standards. It’s more likely that a parent would want their daughter to be a ballerina than their son; is there a big problem with that? Although sons and daughters should be treated equally, there are some things that are geared more for females than males or the other way around. A daughter might also have stricter rules because parents might fear something to happen more than they fear it with a boy. One in three women worldwide has experienced some type of violence against them. Parents might believe it is less likely for their sons to experience a problem.
Although it might sometimes seem okay to have different hopes and standards for children, it’s best to treat them equally. Daughters and sons shouldn’t have to worry about fighting with their sibling to be smarter or more attractive.
Isn’t it better for children to have loving and encouraging parents?