Nature's a Bitch

But I Don't Have To Be!!!!

                                                                 By V. Martin

How can I put this without hurting any body's feelings?

SAVE THE ELK PLEASE!!!!! If we are going to let nature be we can't develop any more land or pump any more carbon monoxide into the air. How do you let something be when everything you do disturbs it? The animals are running out of room and out of food all for the "greater good"? Whose greater good are we talking about? Not ours and surely not nature's!!!

I get that nature isn't pretty but not when I'm witness to it. Let nature take it's course when I'm not looking but now that we are INTERVENE!!!!!

Maybe the mother new something was wrong and chose that spot hoping someone would help.

ANIMALS AREN'T STUPID HELP HELP PLEASEPLEASE!!!!!

Before it's too late!
How do we know nature didn't put us here to intervene and help those creatures that need it? We have thumbs for a reason. Now that the world is so much smaller and animals in the wild are scarcer we may need to step in. Fear is only necessary when we are a threat why don't we stop being that threat so we can treat the wounded animals and preserve even the weakest members. Along with thumbs we are blessed with a brain big enough for speech and understanding of language. It’s as good a reason as any come up with strategies for intervening on behalf of a stressed animals because doing nothing can't be an option when it's our fault we moved into their front, back and all sides of their 'yard' so to speek. It’s too late if no one did anything earlier, at least for them. Maybe we should rethink letting nature take it’s course when it’s in our face, at least. Isn’t it possible that we are responsible for the animals we so thoughtlessly displace, pave, pollute, and litter from their homes? We greedily gobble up land where they once lived then murder them if they try to come back to a familiar spot to lay their eggs or to spawn.
Like the poor bears that come rummaging around in the trash cans, for food. They have less and less food because of us and then we’re surprise when they become so hungry they’ll eat trash! Or maybe it’s because there’s no honey bees, honey, or hives and the bears are looking to replace it with some thing?
Maybe we should drop care packages, filled with food that's good for them, along the edges of where we want them to stay. Since it's our fault they have to get food from our trash we need to make this food easier and closer so they don't stray into our backyards. Only when they first wake from hibernation and are really, really hungry. It's too late for us to undo the damage we've done but maybe we don't have to continue to do more or help them when they need it. Mother Nature is brutal but it should be our responsibility to help any and all animals that we are consciencely aware that needs help. I also believe we should do what ever preventive steps we need to to ensure the survival of all species.
What ever the cost and/or sacrificies that it takes; we do we pay.

dear ungrateful,

You should read ‘dear life’ before reading this

By Vonia Martin

Dear ungrateful bitch, 

who do you think you are?

you feel sorry for yourself 

getting your pain from a salad bar

Well, stop going and waiting in line 

just because there is a sign 

that says all you can eat 

Besides isn't your mouth full of your feet?
dear I never asked to be here in the first place,
you resent being part of the human race.
They've got an app for that I keep it six feet under
no life isn't some sort of blunder
It started as a dare and grew from there
I did it on purpose to get even with bitches like you
nagging hag through and through.

As I see it things could have been a lot worse

and will be if you write me and curse

the day you were born and demand

as if I owe you some explanation
Consider this a warning or command
Remember your destination
So what has to happen to make you see?
How sweet and precious life can be
You forget what made you who you are
All the things you bitch about
Like not being a star, as if you have talent
You can handle it I have no doubt
I gave you more than most
So you can burn my fucking toast,  you bitch
Maybe I should have buried you the ditch
I discovered you in but I helped you out
This is the thanks I get?
 You are making me regret
Not leaving you there
And now you dare to write this crap
As if your life is a trap you can’t escape
I’m sorry about the rape but you survived
So suck it up and be glad you’re alive
You ungrateful fuck
Just remember it takes more then luck
To get through this life
Being alone isn’t one of them
if you want life to be bearable
think about what makes it worth living
it isn't in the taking it's in the giving
wouldn't you better serve those that deserve
a helping hand? You've been given how many
chances and yet you demand what? respect?
Try living your life without regret
Never again do I want to detect anything
but gratitude in everything you say and do
nothing obvious not diluted nor concentrate
It must be convincing it's time to put those
acting skills to use you stuck up
couldn't act your way out of a paper bag
pathetic old fool? Maybe next time I will
let you drown in your own drool
just to be rid of your sorry ass or should I say
ass-less? Inverted ass is more like it
Should I go on or have you had enough?
Oh and stop trying to act so tough
everyone knows your just a pussy
takes one to know one you less than less
You're the one that got you into every mess
so don't get all picky and fussy or I'll drop you
in the first pile of shit I come to you old slut
Now that you're all used up and no one wants to even
look at you let alone listen to your sniveling ass
that's a given I'll take a pass on that freak show
besides I've seen it from the front row.
Remember the pile of puke you slipped in
yeah, what a sin, I can still smell it in your hair
life will never be fair. you're right I have a lot of nerve
but some one needs to say what needs to be said
I'm tempted to put more then a clip in your head
Hey look you have all but one of you own teeth
I'd say that's proof I never want you beneath
anything other then my boot, mat, or thumb
you may not be a genius but you act like a dick
you can take your attitude and stick it where ever
it might hurt the most about you I'll never boast
can't even burn a decent piece of toast so suck and swallow
you're about as hallow as a chocolate easter bunny
that joke is never funny give me a solid easter rabbit
it and kiss my baby smooth because I just had it waxed
and my asshole bleached don't let me hear you preach
or I'll make you lick it as you should before you fuck
someone over now where was I oh yeah ripping you
a new one don't mistake my kindness for stupidity
all I can think to rhythm with that is lucidity
my stupid is showing and it may even be growing
things don't make less sense I am more senseless
things aren't more senseless I make more sense
I'll come back to that or it's best to let that one go
for now I must do the same but look on the bright
side you've made it this far isn't it time to get to the
main course? Do you really want to die not ever
really lived? Do you want to always take?
or learn how to give? Of yourself and your time.
life can change on a dime so stop wasting what's left.
Try being the example not the exception
Live like everyone is watching.

False advertising

Make-up

By V. Martin

Wake-up women and stop being depentant on make up to feel good about yourselves.

Isn’t that part of the problem? We tell girls to love themselves the way they are then in the same breathe we tell them they can only achieve this by putting this mask on every time we leave the house. It’s these messages that confuse young ladies and make them question their self worth.

Make-up, in my opinion is false advertising. 

Most men I’ve met don’t like make-up. They can’t even tell we have any on until they find it on their shirt and sheets, if you happen to get lucky. After a life time of wearing the stuff I’ve decided that we don’t wear make-up to attacked men but we wear it for other women. It’s like war paint.

Only other women are going to judge you, men are just trying to decide if, when, and how long they are going to fuck you. Believe me, make-up has nothing to do with it! What really bugs other women is not wearing make-up at all. This they don’t understand. Real confidence doesn’t need make-up. Unfortunately, when commerce is king even our self image is up for sale. What we may want to think about is all the people no children we could be helping with the money we spend on make-up. If I had all the money I’ve spent on make-up over the years, I could have fed many children with that money!

I’ve been very selfish all my life, thinking only of myself and my unbarable pain. Guess what it is barable but what isn’t is how I’ve done nothing to help others. I shouldn’t talk because I still buy and wear make-up but not everyday, every other maybe and I have yet to help anyone with the money I save. I am thinking about it, though.

My IQ badge

Most people will not want to believe this but I am very intelligent. I didn't cheat nor have I ever cheated on any test in my life.

The people in Phoenix, Az claim I cheated on the IQ test I took when I was 11 but I didn't. They refuse to give me the correct IQ score from that test. So far they gave 118 because I was guessing at what it was and said I thought it was 118-138 so they posted on Facebook it is 118. After taking several other IQ tests, all higher then the ones this place is trying to hang on me. With that in mind, I will ask again to please give me my real IQ. Any moron would know it has to be higher than 110-118 for them to claim I cheated. No one would risk cheating for a lame score like that so give me my real score because I didn't cheat. If it makes you feel any better, here's a recent score from a free online test I took. I did't cheat on this one either.

PS. I knew those blocks wouldn't fit into the board because I saw another kid trying to put them in the holes and none of them fit so I didn't bother trying when it was my turn. You asked me why I wasn't playing with them and I told you that none of them would fit so why should I bother? If you had asked me how I knew they wouldn't fit I would have told you, but you didn't. Apparently, you didn't like that answer and told my adopted mother I was cheating, which is not true, I didn't cheat so give me my real score, please! 

While going to college one of my professors ask us the first question on this IQ test and I was the only one who got it right. Well, I got it right but thought too much about it and Xed out the right answer then wrote the wrong one next to it. If I remember correctly my first answer was B which was "yes" to the question and "C" was no. 

What "If"?

It's Not Just A Function

By V. Martin

Understand, that all I'm suggesting is to think about it, I am. Most likely, I'm wrong but in the spirit of all minds on the planet, "I think there for I am". That alone makes me want to argue that plants are, animals are, planets, stars, matter, gasses, elements they all exist but do they think?
It might be better that I don't because here's some of what rolls through my mind. Everyone has as much right to be who they are as much as anyone else. It should not matter if someone chooses or is born "that way" or "this way." It doesn't make it more right or more wrong to be gay then to be straight. Choice or not it's who some people are and that is enough for me!!!!! As a society we weren't going to change collectively until a gene was discovered. For some reason we find it o.k. to violate each other in the most horrific ways when someone displays a personality unlike what is deemed "normal" by society.  But blame it on "god" and now it's even popular to be gay. That's great for those who choose that life style or are born that way. My concern is for those who are made by way of abuse. There are still those that are made gay by means of abuse and their voice is getting drowned out by the "god made gays". Not that anyone should be made to feel less important or less celebrated as a human being. I am worried about what kind of a message this is sending to children and there unique ability to see through the bullshit adults try to cram down their throats. The child that doesn't speak up because now they are being told they are born that way might suffer longer.  They may be trying to tell someone about the abuse only to be misunderstood and instead of protecting them they are told yet again by a trusted adult that it's o.k. to be gay. Of course all the child hears is that it's their fault they are being abused because they were born gay. Even if you're gay no one should lay hands on you unless you're an adult and consenting.

The last thing a kids want to hear from adults is that we can't protect them because the powers that be have a process they must follow. Kids and their concern for their safety just isn't important enough for the grown ups to cut through all the red tape, put in place by who and for whom? By adults, to protect more adults that are suppose to protect our children. I mean don't we constantly put them off as they are growing up? How many times do we tell them that we are too busy or too tired to pay them attention? You know what the child hears? You are not important enough for me to get off my lazy ass and do something with. Or not important enough to even look up from the device in your hand and watch as they dazzle you with whatever feat they just mastered. They only require a few minutes and a few encouraging words to feel like number one, like they matter.

Push Option

The People Pound

orphanages/foster care

 by V. Martin

For the lowest of the low,

where the unwanted go

the human lost and found.

I call it the people pound.

I spent a lot of time there

since there was no one to care

when I was a child.

I ran a little wild.

Sure, most of the time I'd rather be dead

but I'm a coward if the truth be said.

So I suck it up the best I can,

But seriously, does anyone have a plan?

If you do, would you let me take a look?

Because as it is I can write a book.

The book of self-destruction:

How to hate yourself yet still function.

because if I don't it's back to the people pound

Where they always take me, lost and never found.

This is not what I expected to find here. If memory serves, which its not) this should contain a piece I wrote on how foster kids or at least the one that age out of the system are considered a push option on the market. This thought first came to me when I was issued by the state of Indiana this slip of paper with Cirtificate of Birth printed at the top then my name date of birth and my adopted mothers name and the seal of the state of Indiana. That's it nothing more, no feet prints, no ribbon, no mention of a father or grandparents. On a really ugly yellow piece of paper. Push options are what someone buys when betting against a company's success. That is what kids that age out of the system are considered and betting against them is like money in the bank. How else are we going to off set the millions, no billions of dollars they suck out of the system every year? This is what society has come to? Can't we no we have to do better then this! If we could look back at all the time that has passed between now and the moment we could have still made a difference to future generations and yet we chose and choose to do nothing different!

We hear the cry of the opressed but don't even look to see where its coming from. Society slowly suffocates anyone and everyone it deems insuferable, a waste of flesh, a loser, not contributing to society, draining resources, and on and on. These people don't even have an address let alone a voice! Orphans that live to age out of the system usually end up in an institution, jail, or cemetary, or homeless. It's funny because whenever any TV show deals with a homeless person they have a family, usually a veteran, alcoholic, black but in reality most are orphans and white. At least the long term homeless because as usual no one cares about them. They are the professional homeless that no one likes nor knows what to do with because no one cares. I CARE!!!! I CARE!!!! REALLY! I CARE! Please don't leave this world thinking no one cares because I do. Not that makes a bit of difference to you, it has made all the difference in mine. Where ever I am you are with me, you matter to me! No matter what you have done in the past, I forgive you as long as you never do it again. Your names I don't know but your pain is my pain your joy is my joy. You are all I think about, night and day. I dream about meeting all of you someday, for you are my children, the unwanted ones. I want you!!!! I need you! I can't keep pretending that I don't know your suffering. You are not alone, I am with all of you, you are a part of me, you make me who I am and give me the will to live to go on so I can make a difference to all of you. Even if its all I have to give are these words I put out into syber space may never reach anyone because none of you probably have a computer or phone or internet. To reach you I may have to find another way but if anyone that reads this knows any orphans or homeless people read this to them please. They are all I have and I need them to know this. Thank you in advance.

#ME3#

18 is The Scariest Age

by V. Martin 2018

 Most kids can't wait to turn eighteen it's a mile stone in a persons life. Legally you're an adult, responsible for yourself but some are still in high school having turned eighteen during the school year. Imagine being put out on the street on your birthday with no place to go and no way to get there. You have no cell phone, less than $100 to your name, no job, no family to turn to, nothing.  You don't even have a high school diploma or GED. When you're a child in the foster care system, everyday is scary, this doesn't happen to every child in the system but more often then not. You never know what to expect so you learn to expect the worst.
With that in mind, you're approaching your eightieth birthday finally legally an adult.  Your own person with ...?  You don't even have a drivers license, let alone a car. As soon as you turn eighteen, legally an adult, you no longer have a place to live.  The foster home you've been able to live with for the past six months or so can't afford to support you without the state's funds.  You weren't allowed to get a driver's license or work full time while in school.  The job you use to work after school is no longer available since it was passed on to a younger student.  You want to go to college or a trade school but that possibility fades along with everything you know.  No where to go no car to get there no family to reach out to no home to even go to, you don't even have a cell phone.  Odds are not in your favor, once on the street you do what you have to to survive, if you survive.

When a married couple gets a divorce and they have joint custody of their children who ever pays child support does so until they are nineteen.  Why then are foster children cut off, sometimes completely, from resources like a place to live?  It seems to me these kids don't stand a chance because they're not even given one.  I get not letting you drive because of the liability and insurance but can't some big automobile manufactures help out with that and assist in supplying discounted vehicles?  It takes a village so gather the villagers to care for these kids, collectively.  In the long run it will only serve to save them money and the crime rate would probably drop.  The drug epidemic would be over, society as a whole would heal.  We need to be our bothers keepers but not to keep him down instead we need to lift him up, collectively.  As a whole the children will be able to pick the best society has to offer be it the janitor at school or the CEO of the company that sponsors their transition from froster care to a message runner for a big Wall Street firm.  No car necessary but a valid ID, social security card, and a fast bicycle will be needed for your future.  At least now you have one. 

Maybe we should rename the "foster care system"  to the #Me3#.  Because take it from me when I tell you these kids know they have a voice but believe even if they are heard no one will listen.  Worse then that is the conditioning it takes to get you to believe the way you're being treated is normal.  Can you imagine believing it's normal to have your foster Dad slip into your bed every night to sexually assault you.  Before you can even think about telling anyone you're being called names of the worst kind, degrading you, conditioning you.  The foster care system is a predators dream come true.  There are people out there that don't want to abuse their own children, for obvious reason.  Maybe they would have to answer to the other parent or who knows, that's were you come in.  You prepped for your new role in your new family by constantly being reminded how lucky you are to have a family like theirs to take you in.  How some people are so mean and even abusive in the worst possible ways.  How grateful you must feel to them for everything they are doing for you as they slip some drug into your juice.  You know what comes next and more and more of the same.  Until you don't even know what day it is or wether it's day or night nor do you care.  You stopped doing that the first night.   

It happens so frequently it becomes the norm.  No, not just normal but expected.  So much so that any other kind of treatment makes you hurt so bad you can't even take a breath. When kindness has been absent from your life for so long any act of kindness is such a contrast from what is now normal it makes your head flip flop, your heart swallow, your throat beat, and your stomach spin.  It can literally save you or kill you! It's almost like starving but not from food but from humanity and too much at once will send you over the edge.
Anyway, a year more would make all the difference in the world for these kids. A year to get a drivers license, a phone, a car, a job, or get enrolled in college or trade school. My point being is that in most cities a car in absolutely necessary to get a job and/or go to school.