If you care to listen to my rants about human rights...

read on...

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The poetic part of this post:

Powerless in a Powerful World

by Dreamer

As the wind softly,

gently,

caresses me.

I know I am

stuck.

Stuck between

the rings of

one

world and the

hold of

another.

Both hold power

beyond

my

imagination.

Power used carelessly

to

stop me

and pull me around

as if

I am

but a ragdoll,

a child’s toy.

“I have great ideas!”

I yell.

My words are simply

lost

in the

power of the worlds.

They laugh, simply

cruelly.

After all

I am but,

a child’s

toy.

Stuck between two worlds,

I am.

Both tossing me

and turning me

no regret

nor sorrow.

One day,

I hope,

my voice shall be

heard.

Among the power,

used so carelessly,

yet so

strongly.

But hoping is

but

a

wishful tone.

A dream

A want

A need

from the heart.

Powerful people

like the ones who

confine

me

don't listen to the heart.

They toss me and turn me

no regret

nor sorrow.

I am stuck,

powerless,

in a powerful world.

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This is how I feel right now. Mostly I live a happy and peaceful life, but I can't help but feel a yearning for more serenity, especially in the world we live in today.

I know war is needed a necessary evil for a country to survive; without war I wouldn't be typing where I'm typing right now. But what I wish for, what I wish for is a place where war isn't necessary; a place where compromise is actually used. I know this will probably never happen, at least not within my lifetime or most of my future generations' ones.

One of my ideas, to make this world a safer, better, and less violent world is to teach people. Uneducated people are uncomfortable around certain races, religions, and/or sexualities. Uneducated people fall into the trap of stereotypes about these people. Uncomfortable/stereotypic people fall into the trap of hurt. Of hatred. Of bullying. [I know this has nothing to do with war per se but I feel that war is almost exactly this, just on a bigger scale, often dealing with similar yet different problems]. When I was younger I was simply only exposed to the "wrong" things about being a different sexuality. I was uneducated and ignorant. I was unimformed. I didn't stand up when people used "gay" or things like that as insults.

I'm different now. Why? I was educated. Through websites, books, people, and inspirations. That's why, often times, instead of feeling incredibly mad at homophobic, racist, or sexist people I feel sad. More times than not, these people haven't been exposed to people that are different. For example, I'm completely open to all religions and races because almost all of my friends have different backgrounds. I have Indian, Japanese, Taiwanese, Chinese, African American, Swedish, Christain, Jewish, and Agnostic (me!) friends. I've been educated about the horrors and racism of our world.

I have ideas. But few people hold power. Few people hold real power in our world that is. And unfortuantly I am not one of them.

However, I believe that if everyone puts a post like this on their blog. Or writes an article about this topic in the school newspaper. Or simply has an epiphany while reading this, things can change. And for the better.

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I hope everything is well with you, everything is well with my. Enjoy the weather, rain or shine!

-Dreamer :D