What if your inhoscence was stolen from you?
The very laughter in your belly robbed and replaced with memories that haunt you?
Something deep in me is stirring, something unsettling that makes each words I read heavier and heavier. But I have to read on, It's what I can do for a child thats been through more than I will ever comprehend! I keep reading for him, for humanity and most of all for hope...
Although to be truthful I feel quite guilty reading about (Ishmael Beah) a former child soldier at a Starbucks!!! A cappuccino on the table and a faint breeze licking my hair in this humid weather.
How can I read such horrors and go on about my day as if this isn't somebodies reality!!
As if it didn't happen! As if it isn't still happening!
Hope and humanity are being stripped from the palms of children.
out of entire families and out of entire nations!
As we sip our drinks, drive our highways, belittle our husbands, hate our jobs...
This Is Happening...
and it makes me sick that I know so little and so do you...
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