Posts tagged ‘injustice’

Injustice reigns everywhere

Too mad to write today. A friend of mine (ok so shes not a very good friend and is rather annoying, but im oblidged. she doesnt have that many friends, and at least i can help her.) fractured a part of her foot last night. Her parents refused to take her to the hospital or even get her ice and she had to rely on her 9 year old sister to do so for her.

Most disgustingly though, she shouldnt have even broken it. She merely twisted her foot while going down the stairs, something I do at least once a week and I have never broken a bone. Sadly however she is very thin (though not anorexic, she just can’t get food) and as a result I believe her bones were left brittle and it merely snapped.

Also she was mad when walking down the stairs she says.

What do you do when you think your friend might be abused but you dont know how to help. I think about what happens to her and I can’t help but want to take her away from her family and force feed her. Her motor skills and cognitive functions are also sorely lacking as a result of what i believe to be malnutrition. Would you ever let your child come to school with nothing but an apple for the entire day and no money to buy food with either? Would you ever ground them for taking their hair down during the day? Especially if their other siblings which they have a lasting fued with tattle on them? Would you ever, ever make your child bike to the stationary store and buy their own school supplies with their own allowance when they live miles from a grocery store even?

Would you ever ever ever ever ever refuse to take your child for an x-ray if they are 16 and screaming and crying in pain? ANd her mother was down stairs having tea with a friend, and screamed at the daughter for making noise and over reacting while she was trying to enjoy herself? Would you ever, as a father, tell your child who is in so much pain ” Yeah, well there’s nothing we can do?” ? Would you ever make your child pay for their own crutches? Would you ever neglect them to the point that they go to the school nurse for a letter saying she needs an x ray? Or when she had nits, that she needed to stay home and wash her hair with certain shampoos to get rid of them?

Her situation has been bothering me for a few years now. Well two, thats as long as I’ve known her. She is horribly skinny. I fear she could break every bone in her body by just falling down!

I don’t know what to do. Her sister will throw a tantrum in the morning for her simply commenting on how she hadn’t been able to use the bathroom yet, and she gets in trouble for it. So much that despite the fact that her parents will be going to the school to drop off her 2 siblings, they will make her take the bus to and from school and tell her that they dont want to see her again for the rest of the day. I’m sorry but you DO NOT DO THAT TO YOUR CHILD! Not just because it is immoral, and counter productive, and she ends up having to walk quite a bit and also she ends up getting to school late and having to be careful when she gets home so as not to alert her parents.

I fear for her, and do not know what to do. I have spoken to my mother and she agrees.

I mean when a 16 year old girl is crying in her bed and you would rather attend to your own social life, you should not be a mother.

Advice plz

Meet Missy!

Spring Time in CanadaWell hello there everyone!

I promised you all a link to my friend Missy’s new blog and here it is:

She has made it her purpose to prove that teenagers CAN think. When you were a kid, didn’t everyone always look down at you and tell you how much you had left to learn? Tell you how you thought you were so smart… when you weren’t (even if you WERE right and they were wrong)? Well the two of us both love reading. And I love writing poetry. No haickus and meaningless limericks for me. I like the deep matter. Life, Love, Happiness and Death. Oh sure there are a few more. Human rights, animal rights, illness, injustice, frustration, prejudice and so on. Some people read them and are supportive, or give praise even. Congratulate me on my vocabulary, on how I presented my ideas and so on.  But of course there are those odd few that are utterly bitter and say how I’m only biting off more than I can chew and making a mask of my writing. They think that just because I’m 16 I can’t write something deep, or have my own, unbiased views on the meaning of life, and beliefs about what’s important, or what makes me happy or so on without them being stereotypical. THOSE are the people I think are living their life with blinders on. THOSE are the people who people who are shallow, and hypocritical and just plain ignorant to the fact that yes, teenagers can think, do have minds, and personalities and do not all just go with the pop culture stream…

Anyways, that’s why I’ll occasionally put up a poem or two, or a recipe I like or anything of the sort, to show you guys out there what teenagers can be like, and that is why Missy is trying to get input from the world and come up with a big theory of the meaning of life. We each have some parts of our own, and like I said before, I will (hopefully) be contributing to her blog quite a bit.

Her most recent blog was on music, the universal language.

My mom always said that there were only three things that not even cultural, appearance, or even class differences can separate from person to person. Those are maths, love and music. Because no matter what no matter where you are even, 2pi r squared is the area of a circle, and you can’t do anything about it if you like someone. These things have been programmed in us, Mathematics into our brains from our early childhood, and love and attraction from adaptations, its in our genes. Music on the other hand, goes beyond that even. I think that when you dance, or you sing, or you play music, you are praising God, life, the world. Your fellow people and inhabitants of it, the tree outside your window and the flower blossoming down the road. Music is something, like magic that resides deeper than our minds and hearts. Its more than instinct and a textbook. Its something unimaginably powerful and unsurprisingly is the base of the two other universal languages. What came first, music or love? Trigonometry or music? What came first, the lyrics or the song, the dance or the beat? Its hard to say. But they are all each other. There’s a reason why all great mathematicians are somehow, even subconsciously musically gifted. Two of the three math teachers at my school play music. My oldest brother, a musical prodigy, and exception to the 10 year rule, is a great mathematician when he applies his whole mind. Music is all about expression, as is love, as is dance. Dance is all about expression and love. Love is FULL of music and dance! Why do you think newlyweds’ first dance together is such a big deal? its their first act of trust, unison, expression to each other while wrapped in the music (no formulas floating around visibly and cornily, but they are there).

If you want to hear some absolutely amazing lectures on music and everything I was just talking about you should go to the New York City Lincoln center and hear some of Branford Marsalis’ workshops “Jazz at the Lincoln Center” are full of great music and profoundly deep lectures.

Sadly, though I love escaping from the world and writing here, I must return and start revising and doing homework and all the horribly standard things that await a teenage girl when she re-awakes into the world.

More Later,

Mirella Rose

P.S. picture credits to my dear friend Mike in Canada. He took and allowed me to use the picture you see above. I know it might be a bit random, but I thought it was beautiful and might remind us all that spring always comes round at sometime or other, its just waiting for when you will most appreciate it. Enjoy it while it lasts, soon it will be too hot and after that too cold. Embrace the grey area, the No man’s Land.