I put this up in correlation with this.
 smokin' poetry, see for yourself. "Mustafa Ahmed wears sneakers, jeans and T-shirts. He has close-cropped hair and a gap-toothed grin. He is 12. People tend to give him standing ovations. He writes poems about poverty in Africa, where his family is from, and poverty in Regent Park, where he has lived his entire life. He writes poems about the value of education and the importance of trust. He writes poems that make white adults cry – this is what happened at the Hot Docs film festival – and other black students jump to their feet and clap." - (TorontoStar.com)    thank goodness for the Oxford Dictionary and Roget's Thesaurus.      that isn`t a coppertone tan, that`s anger incarnate I was not-so-recently a witness to what I would call numbness instinctive to a group of boys, and a large residual void in terms of respect towards the opposite gender. Volunteering at Regent Park got me reacquainted with heinous attitudes and mentalities that reveal the scary standards/principles/values teenagers sometimes subscribe to willingly, or at times are forcibly subjected to. Growing up in Scarborough has afforded me numerous occasions to come face to face with identical conditions. Male chauvinism coupled with misogyny resides heavily amongst teenage boys exposed to poorer qualities of life, possibly contributed by other existing social ills in the community. Not having enough positive examples has shut off the acceptance to ordinary possibilities in the lives of some boys and girls from the area.   let me clarify this statement... ...I hate attending the modern day/mainstream interpretations of what a Muslim wedding ought to be. No Mom I won’t tuck in my shirt or wear that lavender shirt...And No Dad, I don’t want to wear a belt for my pants or wear your old cow print suspenders... ...I don't want to go! Allow me to explain how I feel about attending a wedding during which & where: (1) I don’t feel welcomed and (2) I find myself repulsed by the way some or many in the numbers present carry themselves for the duration of the occasion. I wish I were typing this from the same wedding that set me off like this so I could accurately articulate how much I despise the attitudes harbored by some people attending and organizing said weddings. In some ways these behaviors are exposed for the very first time before me, and disgusting habits including but not limited to gaudiness and narcissism surface bountifully (i.e. excessive photo taking of oneself). Finding exceptions in these behaviors are rare, nay, these seem to be the norm among the majority. ...Let me get specific because this is becoming ridiculously frequent & regular... |  MoorgsThis area to be updated upon procurement of a life outside of my confinement. Thusly I blog about regular occurrences with an eccentric, complainants' attitude. ArchivesCategoriesAll |
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