Special Needs
Some people say that I have a Special Needs Child
I have a low tolerance for that
Some say she is a child with Special Needs
that seems somewhat kinder and
more accurate.
It's true.
She has Special Needs.
She needs
Love
Patience
A Chance.
Those things everyone needs.
Maybe we all have Special Needs.
heidi
10/21/12
So someone, somewhere was talking about "Special Needs Children" and it pissed me directly off. Although I can't even tell you the circumstances now. It could have been on tv or something I read...anyway...it did make me think. I suspect some people are trying to be nice and some accurate, but it seems saccharine to me now. My sweetie-pie does have some challenges, but we all do, so how do I discuss it without getting pissed or getting my feelings hurt? I don't know.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Friday, October 12, 2012
The Day of the Girl
The Day of the Girl
recognize girls’ rights and the unique challenges girls face around the world.
its first observance
child marriage
a fundamental human rights violation
and impacts all aspects of a girl’s life
denies a girl of her childhood
disrupts her education
limits her opportunities
increases her risk to be a victim of violence and abuse
jeopardizes her health
and therefore
constitutes an obstacle to the development of healthy communities.
globally
around one in three young women aged 20-24 years were first married before they reached age 18. One third of them entered into marriage before they turned 15.
Prevent child marriage
protect girls’ rights
help reduce their risks of violence
early pregnancy
HIV infection
and maternal death and disability
heidi
10/12/12
his is totally a found poem. I got it from the UN website http://www.un.org/en/events/girlchild/. I always feel a little guilty for found poetry. However, I have had writer's block since a mean literary aggent person told me to go to school (pouty face). How's this for insight you ugly-shoe-wearing mean person! Yeah, I showed her. Thanks found poem!
recognize girls’ rights and the unique challenges girls face around the world.
its first observance
child marriage
a fundamental human rights violation
and impacts all aspects of a girl’s life
denies a girl of her childhood
disrupts her education
limits her opportunities
increases her risk to be a victim of violence and abuse
jeopardizes her health
and therefore
constitutes an obstacle to the development of healthy communities.
globally
around one in three young women aged 20-24 years were first married before they reached age 18. One third of them entered into marriage before they turned 15.
Prevent child marriage
protect girls’ rights
help reduce their risks of violence
early pregnancy
HIV infection
and maternal death and disability
heidi
10/12/12
his is totally a found poem. I got it from the UN website http://www.un.org/en/events/girlchild/. I always feel a little guilty for found poetry. However, I have had writer's block since a mean literary aggent person told me to go to school (pouty face). How's this for insight you ugly-shoe-wearing mean person! Yeah, I showed her. Thanks found poem!
Monday, October 8, 2012
I Suck at Friendship
I Suck at Friendship
There are some things that I want to blame on my depression:
that I don't have my PhD
that I want to sleep 14 out of 24 hours
(although that may be the vitamin deficiency)
that I don't want to leave my house
that I am unemployed
that I feel so alone...
but mostly that I am a terrible friend.
I don't make the effort
and I let people treat me as disposable
then I disappear when they need me.
But maybe,
maybe the depression is just an excuse to be lazy
and selfish
and alone
and, why I suck...
No, that's not me...that's just the depression talking.
heidi
10/8/2012
So this poem was just now written after some inner reflection inspired by a post by Shybiker, who has a wonderful blog. She wrote about rejection in tonight's post and it resonated with me. I have a strong desire to be here more often, to write more often. And still I don't. My poor neglected lasagna. I'm gonna blame it on my depression.
There are some things that I want to blame on my depression:
that I don't have my PhD
that I want to sleep 14 out of 24 hours
(although that may be the vitamin deficiency)
that I don't want to leave my house
that I am unemployed
that I feel so alone...
but mostly that I am a terrible friend.
I don't make the effort
and I let people treat me as disposable
then I disappear when they need me.
But maybe,
maybe the depression is just an excuse to be lazy
and selfish
and alone
and, why I suck...
No, that's not me...that's just the depression talking.
heidi
10/8/2012
So this poem was just now written after some inner reflection inspired by a post by Shybiker, who has a wonderful blog. She wrote about rejection in tonight's post and it resonated with me. I have a strong desire to be here more often, to write more often. And still I don't. My poor neglected lasagna. I'm gonna blame it on my depression.
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