I don’t want to write about hate
I just need to have a witness
to how I feel about their unfair fate
when some adults trespass
fathers, mothers , uncles, aunties too
on their youths who become lost
sons, daughters, nephews, nieces too
in such chaos and betrayal!
search for answers at all cost
broken, fragile and frail;
some turn out promiscuous
or conduct quite outlandish
self-harming although atrocious
it may help them cope
finding a sort of self-control
even for a moment…gives them hope;
they search blindly, their new role
getting lost in booze and dope,
being victims and incest survivors.
some just give in to submission
sinking low into depression.
grown-ups …pseudo humanoids
possessed by demons of some sort
world should make them void
acting on perverted urges they cavort
young innocent girls and boys, ‘tis all the same
accounting for all the casualties’ names;
Boy, girl? they suffer and rarely ever claim
nor report their abuser
unfortunately, they happen to be
persons to whom they have affection
they dare not show signs of deception
even though these monsters
performed the worse
such a breach of trust,
acting on their abuse of power
youths dislike feeling forced
disclosing facts of sexual exploitation;
they would rather forget it ever transpired;
they prefer to have their memory obliterated
never to be reminded of their nightmare
victims to their mothers, uncles,
aunties and grand-parents too,
lest we forget cousins, neighbours, strangers too.
A youth tells me, “But I love my dad! I don’t want him to die in jail!”
another youth says, “But she’s family and all I have left!”
Dear men, women, pseudo humanoids,
who exploit children and youths
umpteen ways yo u exploit and trick
any child. Shame on you! how dare you pick
your children, other children, any children!
How dare you feed on your perverted lust?
knowing you are wrong, still you feel you must
satiate your desires; choose to break their trust
yield to narcissistic needs and no respect
robbed of their dignity, powerless to reject
If only you’d have turned
to professionals to help you spurn
those urges… you could finally
ONLY on your own unspeakable wants.
Shame on you for acting
on these impulses … reacting
in the most selfish and egocentric
behaviour, ‘tis the most barbaric
in human nature…you look like humanoids
but rodents, killer insects or snakes
are more humane than you could ever be.
The Great Spirit is kinder than me
for I still must dig deep to find empathy
that I reserve solely for the victims
and survivors of such distressing whims.
I forgive you but
they may forgive you in time
but cannot forget
they may heal in time
and carry their scar… an aide-mémoire
like a soldier, their badge of honour
Victim turning to Victor, a Survivor
… victim no more.
Another soul destroyed, another heart broken and alas, a life is lost. Rehtaeh Parsons took her life this week… The tragedy in Nova Scotia has surely hit the hearts of most people in the country and with the media as well as all over the world. My heart goes out to the Parsons’family and the community. I have no doubt that everywhere, mothers, fathers, grandparents, siblings, youths and adults all grieve this terrible loss.
I think of the students at school and the mixed emotions that fill them. How do they handle this? A tragic death…a person living with so much despair, takes her life not knowing what else to do to ease the plague that besieged her…the hell she must have been living.
Everyone is impacted by this tragedy and as a society we are all implicated in some way…how do we react to sexual assault? Not enough legal proof? Okay, so why do we as a society look for ONLY authorities to weigh this? As parents, as part of the community, as schools, as friends of friends of friends who know what happened…why can’t we try to teach our youths? What about those who taunt, tease and harass to the point of pushing a person to utter despair? How can we teach these persons that this type of “bullying” is pure torture they are enforcing on a peer?
I am not just talking about consequences; many youths will be living with a huge burden the rest of their lives that I would not wish on anyone…ever. I am talking about how do we respond to our youths’ who are exploring life but still need guidance? How do we teach them right from wrong so they can “get it”…the moral and ethical meaning? How do we help them tap into their consciences/soul and act with respect and concern for others?
Grief brings up lots of difficult emotions such as shock, denial, sadness, anger, guilt, confusion to name a few but I think anger is one that is quick to follow a person around and swaddle their mind, squeeze their heart and fill their soul. Some will be lashing out at anyone or anything as one tries to come to terms with what they are dealing … a tragic loss. Sometimes anger is easier to endure…it is loud and active. It is letting out the pain rather than drowning in sorrow. In order to put aside feelings of powerlessness, better to feel the energy (although negative) of anger. And so for many persons, anger will be their ally …it may be their way of trying to drudge through this long difficult grieving journey, jumping hoops to avoid the pain of sadness and guilt.
My heart and prayers go out to the family and to those inflicted with this terrible unrest.
If you know of a youth who needs help…let him/her know there IS help…reach out to this person, offer your ear, call a trusted adult to help him/her…if in doubt…call Kids Help Phone at 1-800-668-6868 or check their website http://kidshelpphone.cahttp://jeunessejecoute.ca for information; they offer counselling on Live Chat as well and you can even download their App Always There /Toujours a l’Ecoute. Sometimes it can be easier to talk to a professional in an anonymous setting…it’s a start.
Remember that suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary (however long that may appear or feel) problem. There is help…