Let us get past this introductory and jump straight in.
Here's a story worth writing.
This is a story worth reading.
Is this a story at all?
I'm the main character and I'm about to take you on a ride. Who I am or what I'm meant to be will not be for certain, though the reality will be maintained. This is the voice of a simple Caribbean girl who strangely does not have a Jamaican accent. Rather she speaks the English rejected due to its brokenness and writes in the English deemed superior (popularity trumps culture every time).
I live in a world where tragedy is a common thread between the days of each month; where each 365 days compete with one another to see who can claim more death.
Death here occurs faster than birth itself. Is Darwin's Theory being carried through? Are the good ones too weak to survive? Seems like only the violent are alive. "Purge" is what Hollywood has glamorized this as. Funny how I've lately come across posts on social media where people are wishing that there was a real purge. Not funny is how its occurring right around them and they are just too caught up to see. Maybe that's their coping mechanism.. Build a bubble with a reflective glass so that you are convinced that the world is what you are. The world revolves around you and your accomplishments. What's worse? Anyone who tries to break you free of your ignorance is deemed a joy killer.
Wake up people.
Stop waiting for those in authority to change things. Need I be cliché and paste the words of the great Mahatma Ghandi? Is this not a motto inscribed in all of our hearts? A slogan glamorized and emphasized yet the one least exercised?
This is turning out to be a rant. Cant say that I'm not angry because I'm very angry. I've grown in a generation where anger seems to be the only real emotion. Smiles are fake since money buys happiness and as we can never have enough money, we just cant afford to be happy. Gone are the days where a baby's giggle was the most precious gift. After all, how are we to hear a baby giggle when all we hear is our voices crying out our plight because we cant have what we want. Who cares about what we need? Need? What is that? I'll tell you what need is.. Need is a synonym for sexual desire.
