EvenIfYouDon'tHaveOne
By Vonia Martin
The only race of people I can think that might have an idea what it's like to be a foster child is black people and native Americans. Believe it or not even black and Native American people are better off than foster kids. At least their suicide rate is as high. The other group of people that has a high suicide rate are police officers. Foster kids are the minority and continue to be discriminated against. Not openly, like black people, for they will see and feel equality before a foster child does but subconsciously because only there does discrimination succeed. In reality prejudice fails because it is defeating. Life means for everyone to succeed, life needs everyone to be successful. Success, to life isn't how much money you made, isn't how much you cheated someone out of their lives savings, or how much power you have over the masses. To life, life is successful when it passes on its knowledge to the next generation, knowing its generation has done all it can to pass on worthy information, facts that when utilized with others will unlock the secrets of life and death.
Death is something we need to comes to terms with and celebrate, like life, as part of the process.
Without death there is no life, without life there is no death. Do we really need for life to direct us? When we promised God we could do this for ourselves? We failed. Jesus wept. We ran. We keep running.
There is a common denominator that ties all these suicides together; prejudice. With prejudice we isolate, degrade, disgrace, loathe, discriminate, abuse, abandon, and kill. With prejudice they rise above the abused and on their backs they stand taller. They feel superior. They surf our sweat and rejoice when we break beneath their oppression. Humanity cries. The birds are silent.
What can I do to get through to you?
What can I say to convey the pain the planets in?
What act can I perform to reflect the hurt we are inflicting?
Who would you listen to?What words need to be said?
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