In the wild a
Lion father stays
Against normal rules
So his white cubs thrive
In human society a
Rejected mother stays
Though a social outcast
Her children grow brave
In the wild a
Lion father stays
Against normal rules
So his white cubs thrive
In human society a
Rejected mother stays
Though a social outcast
Her children grow brave
“Resist ‘adding more fuel to the fire’ – even if it could be perceived as a valid response to do so.”
“When you bring a traumatized child into a safe home that is healthy, there will come a point where the child goes through crisis meltdowns and “fights” against the people and safety around him/her/them.
Many foster parents do not know that what the child needs is continued safe space and inclusive acceptance, yet firm and gentle continued and corrective guidance, because the child’s nervous system must process and get the trauma out of their being.
Unfortunately, the child’s “acting out” often causes caretakers to give up and send the child elsewhere – or the child runs away, says skewed and villifying things about the foster family, and/or does whatever the child feels it must do (often negatively) in order to respond to its body’s fight or flight reactions.
These trauma recallibration need responses blasting back at safer people and environments also happen in adult survivors of abuse and extreme experience situations such as when soldiers return to the ‘safety’ of home after violent combat.
As a society, we need more understanding and strategized methods of support so that we can best help trauma survivors at any age go through this internal-to-external “reorganization process” recallibration, and positively assist them to find ways to identify and obtain progress in ‘normalcy’ reintegration as feels congruent to their own perceptions.”
“Without enough funding, problems keep arising – no matter where you chop to cut the line.”
“Get pulled into and caught up in this constant struggle for survival?”
There was a time when the
Color of eyes defined origins
Blue was of ocean and sky
Brown was of earthen tribes
And green were forest people
We weren’t supposed to interbreed because
Our cultures experienced life so differently
But love has ways of bridging hearts
So that colors can mix into rainbows
And deception’s jealously lacks in-sight
Therefore plucks by breaking windows
(Multiple meanungs)
Good people, valuable people, worthy people are daily being pushed into positions where they are forced to compromise values that we need to uphold and positively reinforce because they are desperately fighting for their own continued survival.
The room wasn’t supposed to be so hot that she was sweating…
Yet somewhere, out there, was an unwashed older woman, still likely scrambling to find heat while lying on freezing, hard concrete.
“If my guy wants something specific from me, he’s gonna ask, and I’ll do my best to give it!
Straight up.
No games.
Except those we both choose to play together.
Honestly.”
“I’m not even gonna watch that.”
She was now cold in the classroom without her favorite, soft, and insulative sweater jacket.
But she knew that she was not as cold as the woman curled up on the concrete had been.
They don’t have safe places to go and receive the care and support that they need, nor true assessment and resources for rehabilitating their abilities.
“‘I have this person, but I want you, too.
Don’t you feel excited, flattered, and important?'”
For one’s soul to be
Able to shine purely
Takes courage to overcome
Negative societal influences
“They had me take the past MRI’S lying down, where everything temporarily realigns.
Then they tell me nothing’s wrong – even when they see indicators where I told them they would find them.
Despite what I tell them, the doctors march blindly onward, and all neuro facilities for one reason or another still will not see me.
It is up to me to heal myself.
Everything is always just up to me to deal with.
It is a contorted version of free will in a society often on the verge of disbanding.”
Is how there can be these incredible
Love messages uploaded as role play
So convincing yet without any delivery
Of the prized heart packages promised
There is love in “God,” the Universe, and in Us.
(Title of multiple meanings)
“I shouted out to a willfully ignorant younger woman by projecting my warrior’s voice without polite friendliness, just surity:
“You’re poisoning the world, with your negativity!”
When we allow fear, greed, and jealousy to rule.
“In overthrowing what has not worked, we struggle to find and apply what will work – while sharks are chum feeding, churning up the waters.”
We are teased with the promise of love, drawn out from our shells by its hope to wonder if perhaps safe this time to claim – but then are threatened inadvertently or on purpose by unsteady ground warning of its losses, which shifts us into compensation to fill gaps that continue ever widening.
One might say to just stop and let the vision crumble around them to save their own selves.
But isn’t this what everyone else is doing?
Isn’t lack of commitments’ investment and followthrough exactly why society is often on the verge of capsizing?
Concussive “waiting,” seemingly without cause as extreme insomnia.
Never stopped, always advanced, beyond tolerances…what exactly was the purpose?
Random things
Random events
They keep saying
We should be linear
Those who adapt to bypass survive.
“Is it reallly so passe?
“Please send positive reinforcements.”
“We know now that they have gone insane, as they destroy us and everything that functions.”
“There are definitely forces against it.”
When I at last had a good teacher in elementary school, my best friend was finally moved to my class after years of our asking prior teachers.
And then I got the green light that I could at last go to the Gate school – but on my own, without her.
So, I didn’t.
I chose to stay with my best friend and not leave her behind.
But I had to leave her behind, anyway, if I wanted to stay with my family.
They moved to the Bay Area before I could graduate from elementary with my best friend, just as that dream was near to our at last having.
I was then put into an elementary school biased against an innocent white girl in the tough Hispanic part of the city.
Because I did not know their lessons, I fell behind in learning as I was bullied.
Yet, somehow, I got transferred in with the Gate class at junior high (which made no sense to me, at that point), where I was always struggling to catch up, was rarely given the help that I needed, and was bullied by both the rich and lower classes because I was different from any of them.
I finally began gaining my stride, literally, when my legs at last began functioning better for running as I grew into my teens.
And by my Freshman year of high school, something shifted in me to where I was able to capitalize on everyone’s social shift when we all had to transfer – and next thing you know, I was one of the pack’s main included.
I soon made best friend’s with the most interesting girl to me at school who had built up a savage reputation for being a ‘cut throat’ that no one wanted to mess with – but who turned out to have the sweetest heart of a kitten and the most generous of souls.
She took me in the night I was beaten and needed shelter to run to.
We planned to go off to college together and support each other pursuing our dreams.
But then I was forced back to my hometown to take care of my grandmother after my grandfather died.
I wasn’t yet sixteen, so had no legal control over my life, and the adults through the school counselor threatened to get my friend in trouble with the law if I didn’t.
I eventually got to graduate high school with my first best friend, though.
This after many more destabilizing events, such as where I left another high school and was couch hopping after being predated upon by men who used to be my grandfather’s best friends.
My great aunt had also been spreading bad lies about me to my grandmother to get her to turn against me while my aunt consumed my grandmother’s resources and waddled about smack-clicking her lips, gums, and teeth (no elaboration!) wondering what was next that she could eat – so it was time for me to fly from that shakey nest, anyway.
One could think life would then stabilize after high school graduation.
I mean, that’s the promise we’re fed during years of conscripted adherence to dumbed down education through childhood, right?
Meet that goal, and you are then guaranteed an established role and acceptance into adult society.
But no, the next stages of encountering bullying – this time in employment settings – then applied.
They say self employment is uncertain with its ebbs and flows.
But I have found that life following societal rules is much more uncertain.
I obtain the most peace when I can self govern and selectively choose who I will interact with and trust to stay by my side.
I remember testing high in elementary school repeatedly from early to later grades, aching to be transferred to Gate classes in a new school for learning advanced knowledge.
But when students qualified, the teachers at my school were then allowed to pick who could go – and when I asked them hopefully each time, they would frown at me and belittle my intelligence, telling me that I was clearly not as intelligent as my test scores showed because I did not do well at extroverted chalkboard performance.
This was due to shutdown from extreme social shyness in groups/public under pressure settings, which they refused to acknowledge as valid.
Between this and abuses in life at that time, it’s no wonder I have always struggled with not feeling good enough for society.
Therefore, I heartily recommend choosing one’s own life path to measurable success by innovative self employment and paid project involvements.
For me, contracting with one client or small group at a time is still proving to be my best and only reliable fallback for income generation.
When I am able to perform the skills.