Warning: Topic Is Sensitive!!!!

I use caution with this topic, but I must admit, I am a bit tired of hearing certain groups talk about how oppressed and isolated they feel, but I wonder what they are doing to "end" discrimination.


This is going to be a rant. So be prepared...

I have been attending different poetry events, and I notice with most of the nights, that certain diverse groups feel the need to "angrily" and "aggressively" share how they are still mad at how Black people are treated in schools, and gays cannot get over just how "unjust" this so called "cultural" place called Halifax is. I am wondering if this is becoming a mental thing and when we will stop hurting ourselves and just live life? We only live it once yet we seem to be choosing a not so nice way to live.
Why be angry all the time? It's mentioned in Stomp The Yard, (One of my favorite and best dance movies out there) that "losing is a state of mind". How much longer can we be in this state until something happens? We act like we are still being treated like slaves, when I know for a fact that that time is over. So why can't we move on? We have movies that still talk about issues between Blacks and Whites, Hispanics, and Whites, Latino's and Blacks, we forget that all minorities were oppressed and that it was not just the Blacks, Hispanic, Latino, and women.

Each group has had to fight for centuries to be heard. And while there are still some issues we must admit that we have come a long way. But what I do not get is how we manage to still treat each other like we do not have love for each other?

For a group that was isolated and ignored for years you would think that they know what it feels like and just accept people for who they are. What you are does not matter, God knows who and what we are but we as people, as easy as it is to judge, I am learning not to anymore. We have no right to make another person feel like they are not human because of the choice that we made. Why do I need your permission to be something? Only God knows, and only God can judge.

Signed:
GyftedArtyst

Jews had to fight, Christians had to fight, and still do, and in many countries they are killed for believing in God yet they will not step down. Nobody likes being told that their God does not exist, or that they cannot dress like a

Poem called Love

August 27th, 2011
Completed Sept 12th, 2011

Noun: A profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
Verb: To have a profoundly tender, passionate affection for (another person).

You fell for her eyes, her smile, her hips, lips, and how she kissed
You fell for her skin, her hair, how she walked, and her flare
You fell for her voice, her tone, her caring side, and her strong bones
You fell for her motivation, her determination, her love for creation, and her strength to help a whole nation
She fell for your eyes, your smile, your lips, and how you kissed
She fell for your skin, your touch, how you walked, and your love so much
She fell for your voice, your tone, your strong strides, and your strong bones
She fell for your perseverance, adherence, appearance, and your coherence

The way you made her feel
Was a feeling only a man could provide
She trusted his body, his mind, and his heart
He trusted her voice, her soul, and allowed her to her part
She trusted his history, his culture, and his views
He trusted her knowledge, her education, and enjoyed listening to her blues
She trusted him to caress and protect
While he trusted her to be just be perfect
Not super model size
But the right kind of woman in his eyes
Because thats what she meant to him
She trusted him, and defended him
He trusted her, and stood up for her
See
Love is not about hurting one and making one cry
But holding her close and drying her eyes
Love is not about tearing her apart
But helping find the glue to put back her heart
Love should not be when he hits her and she fears him
But love should be when she needs him and he desires her
Love is an action not to be abused
Though because of the media, the word is misused
I we looked to the past, and looked in our lives
We would see that love is about being true and not telling lies
My parents taught me honor, strength, and being true
Never giving up no matter how badly you were through
You made a commitment, now honor your words
You promised not just her, but her family too
That you would stick by her whether she is gang-green or blue
Make a promise, one you know you can keep
Promise to honor her values, and let your love run deep

You fell for her eyes, her smile, her hips, lips, and how she kissed
You fell for her skin, her hair, how she walked, and her
You fell for her voice, her tone, her caring side, and her strong bones
You fell for her motivation, her determination, her love for creation, and her strength to help a whole nation
She fell for your eyes, your smile, your lips, and how you kissed
She fell for your skin, your touch, how you walked, and your love so much
She fell for your voice, your tone, your strong strides, and your strong bones
She fell for your perseverance, adherence, appearance, and your coherence

You both fell for love because that's what you both deserved
You both fell for each other, now work hard to be preserved