There's so many things I want to do.
I want to see the world
I want to see new things
I want to meet different people
I want to speak their language
I want to wear their clothes
I want to see all the colours of the wind
I want to look up at the tall buildings
I want to see the taller trees
I want to sit under the shade of those trees
I want to observe the animals around them.
I want to talk to everyone I meet
I want to learn their names, their stories, talk to them not about them
I want walk the ancient streets of rome
and I want to marvel at their wonder
I want to be okay with myself
and more so be okay with others.
I want to give what I can, and be a good receiver
I want to love with all my heart, and someday lose that, to learn the lesson of loss.
I want to LEARN
And while I dream these dreams of the future, sitting in my rocking chair, typing on my fathers laptop, I look outside and I dream.
The dark, starry night is full of faces. Newborn children with their entire lives before them, beginning a new story. Women and men of all ages HIV positive with the chance to live for a year, without medication, and 5 years with it. I see women and men making their way, just crossing the boundaries of adulthood, nervous smiles on their faces. I see children living in poverty, wearing clothes too worn to be considered anything but rags, helping to care for siblings and parents as they know naught of education. I see mothers, pregnant with their children, smiling with their spouse and families, happy. I see homosexual teens being beaten down for being nothing but true to themselves.
And as I sit here, on my fathers laptop, watching satellite tv, in a comfy chair, food in my belly, thinking about school tomorrow, I realize I am priviledged.
I am a homosexual caucasian girl, nearing the end of my teenage years and the end of my highschool education. I live in the upper middle class, riverside property, full of hopes and dreams. I am a pianist and a guitarist. I am an artist, and a novelist. I can appreciate, criticize, empathize, love, lose, hate, and have all the oppourtunity in the world to fulfill my dreams.
I am a dreamer, a believer, and I create modern miracles with my smiles, I can cure depression with a wave, and I can save a life with a hello.
Something so simple as a smile, a wave, a hello, can make someones day, can give them something to stand higher for, something to live for.
Tomorrow I challenge you. Look at five people you don't know. Don't smile at them, smile past them.
No.
Smile to them. Show them you care, and save a life with your words.
Devious Comments
FAQ #687: What is news and what is not news?
According to this FAQ entry which you should have already read, what you posted should have been either in your journal or in the forums (maybe "deviants" forum?).
Thank you very much.
Also read:
FAQ #711: Can I remove or edit a news article I have submitted?
and in case you are thinking about doing this again,
FAQ #54: What is flooding?
FAQ #263: What are the policies concerning unsolicited spam?
Thank you very much, have a nice day
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<emothemurdok> there are pants in your poem
Yes, I did read that before posting to make sure what I was posting was not against the rules.
I would not like to remove the article.
It is not flooding.
It is not spam. It is something I wrote, personally, in thought of those everywhere who are HIV positive or suffering from something in some other way. I provided the first part as an added contrast to give effect.
This message was not intended to be passed on like a chain letter. It was intended to provoke thought about those less privileged than yourself, and to hopefully help them reach out.
I understand why this may want to be in the forums, but I felt it was a tribute to those, as I said, less privileged and therefore belonged someplace someone would read it.
I'm afraid I'm not quite understanding you...
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<emothemurdok> there are pants in your poem
I'll tell you now that I can't convince you it should be here. I've never been good at persuasion.
I posted it in news, in the tributes section because I knew someone somwhere would take something away from. it. It is in my journal, it is in the hands of my Sociology teacher, it is in my school book. I have no proof of it needing to be here. I wrote it to provoke thought, not to please, and not to spam.
If the admins want to remove the article, they're welcome to--I won't protest.
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When I think of something witty to say, I'll let you know.
Nevermind, do whatever you want *sigh*, I am not going to bother for much longer. I am going to sleep now
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<emothemurdok> there are pants in your poem
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I agree, and thanks. I tried to get people thinking, and next week my sociology teacher will be reading it in class. I hope it made you think, and I'm glad you actually read it.
:3
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Its far to late to make up a witty comment
And I know it's not news.
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