The Season of Non-Violence, Day 51

Day 51 – ADVOCACY (March 21)

“When someone stands up to nonviolence,” says Thich Nhat Hanh, “a force for change is released. Every action for peace requires someone to exhibit the courage to challenge violence and inspire love.” Today be an ally. Without blaming or judging others, speak out for those who are disrespected.

I hope writing poetry counts for speaking out.  Here are a few that might qualify for this challenge:

all women because there is only one thing that all women want and pick-up artists don’t have it.

evil’s people corporate greed run amok.

open “judge not, lest ye be judged…”

friends relationships are the best prevention for bigotry and racism.

as the poet sees war is never the answer.

free on sexism and objectification.

invisible for “the least of these.”

No Excuse for violence, ever.

using people is wrong. Period.

bleeding again for my friends in uniform.

i can’t breathe because racism and sexism kill.

love is not ever violent or abusive.

don’t look at me like that because women should always be happy and exist only to serve men.

I don’t know that I’m very good at both speaking out and inspiring love.  But I will keep trying and keep practicing.  Because all of God’s creatures deserve dignity and respect.

 

 

 

 

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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