Wednesday, July 29, 2015
My thoughts on the killing of Cecil the Lion and the outrage that some feel that human lives (especially black lives) don't receive as much attention: I don't there is anything wrong for having compassion for any form of life. There is no reason to not stand up and be disgusted by this jerks actions. Many people are having an emotional response. That is not to say that human lives are not important, but all lives are important. Animals don't play into society's race, cultural norms and politics, but also deserve to be protected. The are alive, just like humans. Sometime we have to remember the value of all lives, just not our own. The man is a serial animal killer and that's disgusting to me.
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Archery was one of the first sports to allow female athletes. Thank goodness the garbs got a little more practical as time went by. Here's to celebrating the Pan Am games that are currently in Toronto all all the KICK ASS female athletes around the world!
Friday, July 3, 2015
My love for myself will continue to grow. I know that love will be right here, no matter my fears and anxieties. I gotta keep myself together, because it is not worth all the nastiness out there to be absorbed. I don’t wanna be your robot anymore. You don’t know what it’s all about. I’d rather be alone. I no longer fear solitude, I revel in it. I dance with uncertainty because she teaches me to grow, to never feel bad for being who I am in this moment, I stand. Inspiration is not easy to find, yet I shine. I will make it a beautiful day if it is meant to be my last. My memories weep nicely formed words and share the fickleness of it all means something profound. Whether the feelings are good or bad, I feel them move in me. Perhaps that is why my soul is restless from the demands of tedious ways. Feeling cold in July doesn’t suit me. There are choices to be made. I try my best not to deny myself peace, I look for the way I thought could not be found. I pay no mind to what the TV tells me is important, my heart is foolish no more. I know why I was born into this world. I will not be untold because others are afraid to speak up for me, or be honest with themselves. They see black and white, I see colour.