(Written after reading Phyllis Chesler's “Letters to a Young Feminist”, Letter Twenty-two: Letter to a young feminist, who happens to be a man, who happens to be my son.)
You're stronger than I thought. I have been delusional and ignorant to think you were weak. Forgive me for that.
I went to the graveyard And saw two pigeons
One chased the other Cannibalism or courtship?
What have I accomplished since the first mention of Covid appeared on the web-pages of news corporations worldwide? I write the below words to help me keep track of the goings-on in my life so far.
I make this list to help me make sense of the information that is swimming in my mind.
I list both the positive and negative attributes that other people have noticed in me.
(I have heard these with my own ears, over the past few years, especially after COVID occurred.)
Trigger warning: this article contains scenes of violence and childhood trauma.
Growing up through childhood trauma, TONY had always wanted to escape from his family. This trauma would follow him through the years as he slipped into depression and alcohol addiction during university.
But as Tony wandered and lay aimlessly in Chinatown in the middle of the night… God reached out to him. This was the start of Tony’s road to recovery, as he discovered the love he had longed for all this time was to be found in Jesus.
I am a victim of child abuse.
Growing up, I experienced physical and emotional abuse from my parents, who were always very strict with me.
While I recognise that some of these rules and restrictions were for my good, I found that my parents’ reactions and way of implementing these rules were often out of hand.
You gave me a kiss But, later, a hiss
Did you know It can't be hidden
I recount the people who have left my life.
Let me recount recent deaths:
You call my art Degenerate And say you don't exagerrate
Hey now, mister You sure seem sinister