I was planning on writing on the NY Times article on Transsexuals Are Edging into the Mainstream – Is 2010 the Year of the Transsexual?, but that post got set aside so I could address issues closer to home.
If you hadn’t noticed by the title, I’m tired.
Had a couple of fellow authors face some hefty personal trials this past week. Both incidents were related to the characters these authors choose to write about–gay men…and in love, to top it off (Oh, god forbid!) Right?
Neither expect a favorable outcome in the coming battles they face, for which I’m truly saddened. But if the truth be known, I’m more angry at these senseless situations than anything else. My mind is bombarded with questions, as I sit and ponder how to help. Can anyone help? Will help be enough, should one decide to step in? Negative feelings have taken over the past couple of days, hence, the adorable title to this post. But it’s true, nonetheless. I’m sick of stupidity, ignorance, senseless bickering and finger pointing. All that comes to mind is poetry, which usually flows without fail when I’m upset. And I’m upset.
So, here’s a poem, inspired by these current tragedies in others’ lives. Senseless, wrongful tragedies that should never have happened had people just shown a little acceptance.
I don’t understand
Nothing makes sense
Is that what you do when you’re bored?
Play with people’s lives
You know what they say…
But someone always
Tired of people forcing their values and beliefs on others. Tired of others who continue to allow this to happen. Stand up for the truth, for what’s right…your rights, and for Pete’s sake, stand up for yourselves, because I’m seriously getting too old for this shit.
Until next time.
Bryl R. Tyne
Author, Editor, & Graphic Designer