This is my opinion. It is not meant to offend, atau disrespect anyone.
I'm still in my twenties, yet I am tired. I am tired in the deepest marrow of my bones. As I type this, I find myself taking long pauses between sentences. It is like my mind and body knows my intent to use expressive vocabulary, will still fall short of the actual circumstances of which I write.
Many of us, at least on the outside, believe that racism is wrong. Many of us, at least in the face of others, shake our heads at it. I'm not talking about the racism that causes physical pain for others, but the racism that is perpetuated in a cycle far too wide, and deep for me to put one name to it.
Casually Used Racism.
Casually Used Racism, is the racism that we see and use every day. It may not even come to our attention that, that is what we're doing. For a fictitious example, "Harold George, a black astronaut from Ohio, will begin teaching Aerodynamics at the local university".
Reader, anda may ask me what is wrong with the sentence written above. That's where the "casual" of this problem shows its head. That sentence is an example of sentences we run into every day. That sentence represents how we communicate to one another. That sentence is racist. It is a needless part of such a sentence to have it mention "a black...". If one were to take out that huraian the sentence becomes, "Harold George, an astronaut from Ohio, will begin teaching Aerodynamics at the local university".
The change in this sentence still gives the reader the information they need.
anda see, we are programmed to think of black people as, "less than," due to the perceived difference in educational prospects. The quality and quantity of education was less than other's education, but that doesn't mean the black people's intelligence was. Therefore, An astronaut who is black, will have their race mentioned regardless of the importance of such a fact. Now lets switch things, "Harold George, a white astronaut from Ohio, will be teaching Aerodynamics at the local university". Doesn't that sound a bit ridiculous?
Doesn't that sound unnecessary to described the race of the person ?
We individuals perpetuate this problem sejak not recognizing,(or not trying) the fact that we have the power to change this level of racism. As each person chooses to see others as not particularly special, because of their accomplishments while being chained to their race, but rather they're special because of their accomplishments, period.
seterusnya Parts of the artikel to be written...
Faux Positive Racism (Asians are smart. Black people can dance. white people are lebih peaceful than others)
Inactive Racism(Listen I didn't make the rules. It is what it is. What can I do? [housing market])
Deflected Racism(Well that's them over there, not me. I don't think like that)
I'm still in my twenties, yet I am tired. I am tired in the deepest marrow of my bones. As I type this, I find myself taking long pauses between sentences. It is like my mind and body knows my intent to use expressive vocabulary, will still fall short of the actual circumstances of which I write.
Many of us, at least on the outside, believe that racism is wrong. Many of us, at least in the face of others, shake our heads at it. I'm not talking about the racism that causes physical pain for others, but the racism that is perpetuated in a cycle far too wide, and deep for me to put one name to it.
Casually Used Racism.
Casually Used Racism, is the racism that we see and use every day. It may not even come to our attention that, that is what we're doing. For a fictitious example, "Harold George, a black astronaut from Ohio, will begin teaching Aerodynamics at the local university".
Reader, anda may ask me what is wrong with the sentence written above. That's where the "casual" of this problem shows its head. That sentence is an example of sentences we run into every day. That sentence represents how we communicate to one another. That sentence is racist. It is a needless part of such a sentence to have it mention "a black...". If one were to take out that huraian the sentence becomes, "Harold George, an astronaut from Ohio, will begin teaching Aerodynamics at the local university".
The change in this sentence still gives the reader the information they need.
anda see, we are programmed to think of black people as, "less than," due to the perceived difference in educational prospects. The quality and quantity of education was less than other's education, but that doesn't mean the black people's intelligence was. Therefore, An astronaut who is black, will have their race mentioned regardless of the importance of such a fact. Now lets switch things, "Harold George, a white astronaut from Ohio, will be teaching Aerodynamics at the local university". Doesn't that sound a bit ridiculous?
Doesn't that sound unnecessary to described the race of the person ?
We individuals perpetuate this problem sejak not recognizing,(or not trying) the fact that we have the power to change this level of racism. As each person chooses to see others as not particularly special, because of their accomplishments while being chained to their race, but rather they're special because of their accomplishments, period.
seterusnya Parts of the artikel to be written...
Faux Positive Racism (Asians are smart. Black people can dance. white people are lebih peaceful than others)
Inactive Racism(Listen I didn't make the rules. It is what it is. What can I do? [housing market])
Deflected Racism(Well that's them over there, not me. I don't think like that)
A tear ran down Jannet's pale cheek. David's footsteps echoed in the hall like a man's last words, and for Jannet, they were last words David will ever say to her. We never saw David again. Never. It's a hard word to handle when inlove.
"NOOOOOOOO!!" Mike screamed. The moment was so mindblowing, we forgot we were in Mikeal's orphanage. "She's not dead! She can't be dead!" The careers grabbed him sejak the arms, threw him to the ground and beat him. "Mike..." Jannet whispered, wiping a tear away. "Mike!" She shouted "Jane, don't interfeare, please!" I begged. It didn't work. When a spirit is enraged they have lebih energy, kinda' like an adrenaline rush.
"Jannet, where are you?!" Mike shouted. "She's dead! Get over it, boy!" The Head Misstrus boomed. "LEAVE HIM!" Jannet demanded. The women stared at her in disbelif.
"NOOOOOOOO!!" Mike screamed. The moment was so mindblowing, we forgot we were in Mikeal's orphanage. "She's not dead! She can't be dead!" The careers grabbed him sejak the arms, threw him to the ground and beat him. "Mike..." Jannet whispered, wiping a tear away. "Mike!" She shouted "Jane, don't interfeare, please!" I begged. It didn't work. When a spirit is enraged they have lebih energy, kinda' like an adrenaline rush.
"Jannet, where are you?!" Mike shouted. "She's dead! Get over it, boy!" The Head Misstrus boomed. "LEAVE HIM!" Jannet demanded. The women stared at her in disbelif.
All this pain just inside...I cannot let it go.... It hurts so bad...Seeing the one anda Cinta in the arms of another.... Each night I cry myself to sleep,just hopeing the seterusnya hari will be even beter...But these words always run through my mind..."You're going to die alone".. It repetes and repetes...Pain ... Oh how it hurts so... But what makes it worse...That someone that's with the one my Cinta ...is my rival....Time has stopped to anda as your tears run down slowly on my cheek.... I've Lost almost everyone in my life... It's even scary just trying to be myself....They say if anda keep your feelings jared up...you'll snap... That's haven't happened to me yet... And hope it will never will. Don't keep your feelings jared up... atau one hari you'll snap
I loved to write songs. These beautiful poems of love, heartbreak, life and misery. I still do. Shame they'll never reach the world as I hoped.
But, life is life and death is well, death. I wish I could still play with Eyes Of The Wolf, my old band. I remember the lullaby I wrote for Jannet when she had nightmares.
'Prr, Prr
Of the Cat on the mat so peaceful
Cheep, Cheep
Of the Bird in the garden so alive
Neigh, Neigh
Of the Horse on the racecourse so pantas, swift
Woof, Woof
Of the Pup in the tulips so playful
But now please my dear Jannet rest
So tomorrow anda take life's seterusnya test'
I still sing it to her every night. But she can't hear me now. Maybe i'm just not Singing loud enough. Sometimes she hears me sing a few lines. I know because sometimes when I sing she'll start crying. I don't know why. Maybe she misses me. atau maybe I scare her. I don't know. The world is a very strange place
But, life is life and death is well, death. I wish I could still play with Eyes Of The Wolf, my old band. I remember the lullaby I wrote for Jannet when she had nightmares.
'Prr, Prr
Of the Cat on the mat so peaceful
Cheep, Cheep
Of the Bird in the garden so alive
Neigh, Neigh
Of the Horse on the racecourse so pantas, swift
Woof, Woof
Of the Pup in the tulips so playful
But now please my dear Jannet rest
So tomorrow anda take life's seterusnya test'
I still sing it to her every night. But she can't hear me now. Maybe i'm just not Singing loud enough. Sometimes she hears me sing a few lines. I know because sometimes when I sing she'll start crying. I don't know why. Maybe she misses me. atau maybe I scare her. I don't know. The world is a very strange place
This is a song inspired sejak Anastasia's Once Upon a December. Also, it's the main song for my novel-in-progress, Imaginary. It's a song in which one of the main characters sings to cheer her up when she's scared. And once I finally get the story telah diposkan here, you'll actually see the depth and power and horror of the song.
Written sejak a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen Bidadari always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken Rama-rama with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
Written sejak a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen Bidadari always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken Rama-rama with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
Scraping at the boughs,
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?