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child prostitute

With that in mind I am re-blogging something I wrote in 2014.

 

Caged Butterfly from Deviant Art

Caged Butterfly from Deviant Art

innocence

lost,

stolen

and sold

a child

left sullied

and shamed

continue

the trade

’cause it is all

that they know

think it is all

they are good for..

are they really to blame?

then THEY are arrested

and charged as criminals?!

why

do we

victimize

the

victim?

why

do the headlines say

“Child Prostitute”

like it was their choice?

…insane

~Melanie Thomason

reblog from 2014

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what is love anyway?

image from pixabay

 

What’s love got to do with it? Tina Turner asks…

Good question. 

“I’m not a smart man but I know what love is.” says Forest Gump.

Well I don’t. 

What is love?  It has a different definition for each of us…if it exists at all.

I don’t know what love is.

BUT I know what it isn’t.

Love is not about power.

Love is not control.

Love is not abuse.

Belittling someone is not love.

Controlling someone is not love.

Beating someone is not love.

If my father loved me he wouldn’t have abused me- verbally, emotionally, physically or sexually.

If my brother, cousins, uncle loved me they wouldn’t have touched me in that way.

If my grandparents loved me they would have taken me out of the situation or done something to help.

If my mother loved me she wouldn’t have made me feel less than.  She wouldn’t have encouraged my brother’s abuses.  She wouldn’t have been jealous of my father’s attention.

I could go on and on there are many more examples…but let’s fast forward to adult relationships.

Just a couple examples:

 If “D” loved me he wouldn’t have chipped away at what little self-esteem I had. He wouldn’t have asked me why I deprived him from being with “hot” girls. He wouldn’t have literally spat in my face.

If “N” loved me he wouldn’t have told me how wonderful I was, how fun and creative and passionate I was but then break up with me cause it was time he settled down and he “didn’t want his kids to have a fat mom.”

You know what else love isn’t?

Love is not losing yourself in someone else.

It is not about sacrifice.  It is all well and good to do things for the ones you love AND you shouldn’t have to do so at the expense of yourself.

Love should not be based on fear.

Love should not hurt.

 

~Melanie Thomason

02/21/2020

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Before her first kiss…

image from Pixabay

 

Before her first training bra

she wasn’t even beginning to need one…

Before her first period

she had only heard of Aunt Flo…

Before her first crush

she wasn’t even interested in boys…

Before her first boyfriend

Before her first kiss…

He shattered her childhood

and took away her innocence

Does that make her sullied?

Does that make her less?

Does that count as losing her virginity?

~Melanie Thomason

2/20/2020

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Victims

Victim 1: Thomas

“I’m here to report an assault.”

“Ok, sir, tell me what happened.”

Well I was at O’Malley’s Pub and John hauled off and punched me in the nose, he nearly broke it.”

“So this, John person, was a complete stranger to you?”

“Well no, officer, I knew him.”

“Oh, I see and how well did you know him?  Would you say you two were friends before this incident?”

“I guess you could say we were friends, at least I thought we were before he hit me.”

“Okay…and how is it that you came to see John this particular evening?”

Well we decided to go out and have a couple drinks and watch the game on the big screen, just like we did from time to time.”

“So, Thomas by your own account, you willingly went out with John to the pub and this was an ongoing relationship.  Right?”

“Yes”

“AND you were drinking alcohol.”

“Yes”

“So then you would have to agree you were a willing participant in the events.  You have to take responsibility for your actions you know.”


Victim 2: Richard

“Excuse me officer, I need to report a robbery.”

“I’ll be happy to assist you.  Tell me what happened.”

“I went to an ATM and this guy came up behind me and threatened to hurt me if I didn’t give him my money.”

“And did you?”

“What?”

“Did you give him your money?”

“Well yes, I did because I was afraid.”

“So you didn’t resist?  You didn’t fight back?”

“No, like I said I was afraid of what he might do so I just complied.”

“And when was this?”

“Late last night…well I guess you could say early this morning.”

“Well which is it?”

“It was around 2am.”

“What were you doing out at that time of night?”


Victim 3: Harrison

“I need some help officer, I was just sexually assaulted by a group of sorority sisters.”

“Hahaha,  good one.  What can I help you with?”

“No seriously, I was assaulted.” “Look, I took a picture of them with my cell phone.”

“You should be so lucky; I mean those girls could do much better than the likes of you.  Have you looked in the mirror?”

“Officer, I was violated and I want to file a complaint.  Can you please take this seriously?”

“Ok, ok, sir, simmer down.  (muttering under his breath ‘geez must be his time of the month’) So you are saying this just happened?”

“Yes!”

“And, this is what you were wearing?!”


Do you fine these scenarios ridiculous?  You should…they would never happen this way…

Do you find them infuriating? Callous? Alarming? Insulting?

Well you should, because ALL of these scenarios would play out this badly or worse if the Victims were Females who had be harassed, assaulted, beaten or raped.These are the exact kind of victim blaming questions that women have to deal with.

~Melanie Thomason

2/4/2020

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patchwork girl (haiku)

sins of her father
black swatches and blue ribbons
of mother’s neglect
she’s a patchwork girl
pieces stitched together by
vivid crimson thread
~Melanie Thomason
Reblog in honor of Blue Monday

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Blue and partly broken

 

 

see original photo here

see original photo here

 

Blue and partly broken

man has taken her flower 

made a poison of sex

before she ever had a chance

to bloom

on the vine

in the sun

but no worries,

“her injuries are minor”

 

 

 

 

 

~Melanie Thomason

a reblog in honor of Blue Monday

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We belong to the city

We belong to the powers that be.  We belong to the city.

We are taught to obey society’s rules to keep the status quo safe and secure.

We have years of brainwashing and conditioning fed to us by others who themselves have been brainwashed and conditioned. We belong to a government that distorts the facts and we blindly accept them.

Force doesn’t have to be used because we go along with it. After all it is “for our own good.”  You can try to deny it or just embrace the truth.  But don’t kid yourself…they will use force if necessary.

They aren’t the only ones at fault, all of us who quietly acquiesce, afraid to jeopardize the few comforts and rights and privileges we have, are also to blame. We have to see that we are playing a part in our own destruction.

Has the time for defiance passed?

Is there any point looking forward?…as there is no going back…

We belong to the city.  We belong to the state.  We belong to ‘our’ government.  As a song says, “we are all just prisoners here of our own device.”

 

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a conversation

“Take the gun.  Better to have it and not need it…”

She shook her head no, as she sharpened her knife and slipped it back into her pocket.  “You know I detest violence, but a girl does have to defend herself.”

“Well, until something drastic happens in this world to change things, it is never safe out there.  Especially alone.  Especially at night. Especially if you are a woman.”

“Exactly right.  I’ll call you when I get there so you can stop worrying.”

“I’ll never stop worrying cause you, my love, were born a girl.”

~Melanie Thomason

7/5/19

 

 

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