Childhood knocks & knock on Effects … Awareness

(Poem – The Awakening below ) 

This is Mental Health Week UK (13-19th May) and Mental Health Month (May) USA

As we all know, there is a knock on effect to problematic issues that happen in our childhood. Thought patterns more often than not become “twisted” due to feelings of anger, revenge or seeking retaliation. Anger and negativity is projected on other people who remind one the abuser.

Some young people join gangs for affirmation, acceptance and love as a result.

The beginning of the healing process is when one realises they have a problem and are willing to confront it head on and seek help.
Hopefully bringing awareness to such issues will cause many to do just that; self-assess, acknowledge a problem, resolve to face it through options available including support. This is because without doing so the future is bleak and potential for greatness and a bright future is never tapped into or realised.

Let those of us who can do our part; Raising Awareness Saves a destiny <> Saves a life

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The Awakening 

Razor is my man, loves me and calls me “son”. speaks to me like a Father so I joined his gang “Blades in the Hood”, sooner than later.

My boy self was chained tight to papa, crying like a sissy every night, since he slammed the door shut, his face never again to see.

I lie… I see his face still… even at night curled up like a child.

I see his face in grown men

withering in pain,

crying out,

begging for mercy,

everytime our knives and guns do their thing…target their prey.

And I hear the laughing voice in my head “pay back time!”. Feeling like superman, chains unlocked and riding high…

But …but another voice like mama’s rings louder “life is a lie, get help now!”

Life is a lie, I need help now!

©️26-12-2018 DENyamekye

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The Cracked Mirror

Introduction

Many people struggle as Worthy in this poetic discourse below: They have achieved much in life and are giving, approachable and likeable yet time and time again they self reject.

If we recognise such tendencies within us; a false self-perception or a broken self image as though looking through a distorted  or broken mirror it is time to acknowledge this and engage in self assessment and analysis; what causes these cyclical tendencies, is there a root cause from childhood, early adulthood … seeking professional help through counselling and prayers may be a way forward; a problem shared is a problem halved and a problem that eventually goes away!

The Cracked Mirror

Her name was worthy.
She lived on abundance street, things were plentiful so was her guilt towards those with little, it was so pitiful.

With the best education in her quiver, knowledge as power was not great for it led to self debasing and the sinkhole of depression.

Showers of expressive love felt like pins and needles bruising her body as she decoded massive hate was at the pinnacle.

Words of kindness were like darts hitting her heart as she defined the glare of their eyes as cold and calculating.

Sought after by many who saw her as wise, she obliged, though hated the popular ride, so at times she would feign sickness and hide.

She rolled her eyes when her name “Worthy” was praised, crying out “why me and not them!”

Her inner self she deemed unworthy to be trapped in a life where she always felt guilty.

Escape she finally did in the cracked mirror of her destiny to create for herself a reality in that place of her preferred identity.

©️16-June2018 DEN -The Witness

Feminal Dirge: RIP

The female infant

once full of life

muted by fear

rants and strife.

R.I.P

The young girl

used and abused

her destiny refused.

R.I.P

The woman, beaten

dreams tossed in a bin

now prematurely in a coffin.

R.I.P

©Jan2018-DENyamekye

Discourse:

Not every female child, young girl or woman has it good. In fact at every stage of some of their lives, they suffer abuse or assault.

This poetic dirge entitled “Feminal Dirge: RIP” above was inspired after I read an article (the guardian.com 11th January 2018) about a Pakistani TV News Anchor Kiran Naz who read the news with her infant child on her lap, she was paying tribute that day to the 7 year old child, Zainab who was found raped and murdered. Her body was found in a rubbish bin.

Justice for the young girl!

Zainab was not from a notably poor background and it is clear that this can happen to any child anywhere and does, we read about such tragedies in different parts of the world constantly.

Likewise teenagers and woman have suffered rape, sexual assault and other forms of abuse (physical and emotional). At times they have been murdered in the process. The news about all manner of assault and violence against the female has reached great lamentable proportions.

Justice and protection for the female!

This Dirge has three stages of a female’s life, infant/child, young girl and woman each marked with conflict and suffering.

To make a point, I intentionally placed RIP between each paragraph dividing the different stages of child hood, young girl and womanhood. What point? Each paragraph can be a stand-alone dirge as multitudes of infants/children, young girls and women have

-RIP tombstones erected due to premature deaths for such reasons

-If not physical death, a spiritual dead state ensues due to abuse or assault.

Who cares, who is listening?

Will you be a voice among a stream of voices to make it an ocean for this injustice to the female to stop. Will you be a prayer vessel among multitudes who bow their knees to pray? Let’s do our part if we can however we can.