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To anyone who will listen ~

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Tonight I lay with a heavy heart, due to the ugly truths of the world set and seen before me this day. Unconscionable acts of unspeakable cruelty and violence, carried out by fellow human beings who were borne into this world just as I was, just as you were. I ask the questions, over and over; why are these things happening, why are we allowing them to happen, and why aren’t we all actively doing whatever we can to make them stop?!

Are we so jaded and numb to these things that we don’t actually comprehend what we’re seeing, what we’re being shown; that because it’s not affecting us personally from the comfort of our favorite spot in front of the television or computer that we’re ignorant enough to believe that it doesn’t affect us; or are we just too fucking lazy and self-serving to be bothered?!

We each have the ability and I dare say responsibility, to do everything in our power to be the good in the world, to right the wrongs, to stop the insanity, to use our voices to scream at the top of our lungs, to anyone who will listen that Enough is Enough!

We cannot look the other way and just hope the ugly truths magically disappear or expect others to make the changes for us. Life just doesn’t work that way.

Step outside your selves, look around you, find what touches you most deeply, take up the cause, educate your self and get involved, take that first step toward making a change in something you know in your heart needs to be changed, needs to be stopped.

Stop believing that you can’t make a difference, that one lone voice cannot change the world, and know instead that you can, YOU CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE!

We all can.

Peace, jill

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Wasted youth

The parking lot was full
Spilling over onto the boulevard
Hearse at the ready
To lead the procession

102 in the shade
Suffocating humidity
No breeze to speak of
All those gathered
Dressed in black

Mourning the loss
Young life wasted
Blood and tears pouring
Tragically taken

Listening through the wall
Razors trembling fingers
As her mother fucked
Yet another unknown stranger

The warning signs
Flashing neon
Young voice hoarse
Screaming out for help

But she had no interest
In playing mother
Too busy living
Her own lost youth

The belle of the ball
Life’s ongoing party
Of superficial friends
Hookups and hangovers

Standing at the graveside
Pounding in her head
Fist full of dirt
Her only child dead

© jillterry


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