—— He hides face in his arms as they grabbed him, twisting, hurting his already rope burned skin, innocently he had travelled to aged Afghanistan, guilty by colour and creed he was violently taken, not arrested, nor accused like hundreds of others. —— Guantanamo Bay, a cruel place of tried and tested torture criminalising good… Continue reading Guantanamo Fear or Victims
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A Woman’s Choice
She peeled back her skin and saw that she was raw material for a marketing machine that would make a fortune in denying the fragile existence of a woman because she was fitted out in the wrong covering. —— Leaving her tight skin friends another floated into money by stripping out her stomach and pretending… Continue reading A Woman’s Choice
A Thought
A thought is but a fleeting moment in time, that like water slips into the small spaces and trickling through pervading the whole with its denigration or delight, hate or hope. ————————– The trickling consequences of biased thinking, busily blinds the sighted, and bruises the beauty of the hated, hunted, harried, human now bowed down… Continue reading A Thought
I have a Dream.
“I have a dream,” he spoke clearly and the people cheered and agreed. while government grew the cult of ‘white supremacy” no Klu Klux Klan, begat by burning crosses, visible but the silence of white supremacy shouted through the establishment til the rootedness grew like bindweed ——————————– but only those who threaded their twisting origins… Continue reading I have a Dream.