My Saga Continuous Part 3 (thanks for the stars)

you’re raging a war
of which
origin,
you can
barely tell
least the day
it begun
your battlefield
is a place called “home”
and your fiercest enemy
is a man named “dad”

 

The effects of domestic violence on children, result from witnessing domestic violence in a home where one of their parents are abusing the other parent, plays a tremendous role on the well-being and developmental growth of children witnessing the violence.

A child who witness domestic violence at home often believe that they are to blame, and that they live in a constant state of fear and are times more likely to be victims of child abuse.

Close observation and early intervention will play an important role in saving a child from further abuse.  A child witnessing abuse or  ( is being abused) may have dysfunctions or changes in their physical, behavioral, emotional, and social areas of life.

So, if you know one and or if you are one, know that you are not alone.

FIND YOUR WAY OUT AND SEEK HELP!!!

Posted in support of Perak Women for Women Society
The PWW Centre
15 Market Street
30000 Ipoh
Tel : 05-2469715

https://www.facebook.com/PerakWomenforWomen/

https://www.facebook.com/1MillionStars/

As i continue my saga on my campaign against violence, i would like to thank Jules of  dailyjewelsbyjules.wordpress.com for weaving stars and sending them in from US to Malaysia.

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“Stars mean different things to different people. For travellers, stars tell them where they are, where they are going. For others, they are just little lights in the sky. For scholars, they are the world of the unknown, yet to be discovered and understood. For my businessman, they are gold. But all stars stay silent. And you? No one else in the world will see the stars as you do… For you, and only for you, the stars will always be laughing.”’

—The Little Prince—-

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Thank you Jules for making someone happy with your stars. Thank you for being the kind of star we all need today.

For those who want to join please see the link below on how to weave the stars :
//www.youtube.com/watch?v=qSjyDqztzaQ

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My Saga Continuous Part 2

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The afternoon train ride, reminds me of the young boys and girls  who are victims of abuse and violence. Once again, my heart bleeds and my words came pouring down.

 

Mama, I Remembered

 

I was young and innocent
didn’t know what’s goin’ on
but i heard him call you a whore
for wearing nice dress on a party
I kept my silence
but, mama i remembered

I was playful and michievous
and always gets myself in trouble
but i heard him blame you for that
you were useless, he said
I kept my silence
but, mama i remembered

I came home from school one day
you were knocked out crying on the floor
and i heard him say that’s what you get
for being arrogant and trying to fight back
I kept my silence
but, mama i remembered

I never understood why
why you never run away let alone
fight back and speak up
but i heard him challenged you to leave
I kept my silence
but, mama i remembered

I witnessed you being beaten up to death
you tried to run away for the first time
it angered him even more
then i saw him with a gun
I kept my silence
but, mama i remembered

It was I, who pulled the trigger
and shoot him to death
bang!….
one loud gunshot, ended everything
mama, i remembered
It was I, not you

Don’t keep your silence mama
because, i remembered

 
My saga on creating awareness to end violence continuous as i explore stories of Abused  Children who killed their Abusive Fathers.

Children are the silent victims of abuse and violence.
In January 2016, kate of Calmkate posted ” Love Kills” (read more of her post in this link https://aroused.blog/2016/06/01/love-that-kills/), in this post she explores domestic violence that lead to killing and made a passionate plea to end it.

Two compelling stories  of abused children who killed their abusive fathers have caught my attention as i was writing this post. The story of Bresha from Ohio and that of the Khachaturyan sisters from Russia.
In the early morning of July 28, 2016, Jonathan Meadows was shot in the head while he was sleeping on the couch. Police arrested Bresha, then 14, and transported her to a juvenile detention center in Warren, Ohio.
According to Bresha’s mother Meadows, 41, was an abusive husband, for the better part of two decades, he beat and controlled her. Bresha and her two older siblings, Brianna and Jonathan Jr., bore witness to the violence.

One evening Mikhail Khachaturyan, a father and war veteran realized that his living room wasn’t tidy and clean enough, so he blamed his three daughters for this, and summoned them one by one and doused each with pepper spray.
According to court records such violence and abuse was not unusual in the Khachaturyan household.
Maria, Angelina and Krestina Khachaturyan decided they couldn’t take it anymore. They waited for their father fell asleep and attacked him with a kitchen knife and a hammer. He tried to fight back for a while but died within minutes.

Bresha, Maria, Angelina and Krestina are just four of the many  Abused Children who killed their Abusive fathers.

Please dont let this be your child’s story, and know that more than anyone else it is these little ones who will be compromised.  Give them the chance of a better life, provide them with a happy and healthy home environment and don’t make them lose their sense of awe and innocence. Help them develop their love and compassion for humanity. These will all happen if you start taking the stand and speak up.
If you are experiencing abuse and violence at home,  speak up and seek help.

If you are a victim and are afraid to speak up feel free to tell your story in the comment box below. I guarantee that  will privacy will be highly protected

LET’S TALK;  It may HELP you!

Posted in support of Perak Women for Women Society
The PWW Centre
15 Market Street
30000 Ipoh
Tel : 05-2469715

https://www.facebook.com/PerakWomenforWomen/

https://www.facebook.com/1MillionStars/

Source:
Melissa Jeltsen, HuffPost. Date Retrieved
July 17, 2019 https://www.google.com/amp/s/m.huffpost.com/us/entry/us_5a794b8be4b00f94fe945e10/amp

NATALIYA VASILYEVA, Associated Press. Date Retrieved July 17, 2019 https://www.google.com/amp/s/abcnews.go.com/amp/International/wireStory/outrage-russia-abused-teen-sisters-charged-murder-64144147

FIVE HAIKU POEMS: BRUISED, YET HOPEFUL

FIVE HAIKU POEMS: BRUISED, YET HOPEFUL

This poem was a collaboration with Rose of Poet Rummager published in May 4, 2017.
I am posting it again because this is one of many haikus i have written and a personal favorite; while at the same time one of the collaborations which really boasted my site.

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Within this brick wall,
lies my heart where no light shines.
Rejected, it sleeps.

Hidden in the dark –
dreaming so damn hard and tight.
You’re not mine, it weeps.

In this tiny room,
my heart beats against the stone –
bruised yet still hopeful.

Bleeding and in pain,
it yearns to be free again.
Walls start to crumble.

Deep scars you might keep.
Love may fade, but you decide –
Are you strong or weak?

 

Haiku poetry by Michnavs and Poet Rummager

Illustration by Poet Rummager

35 Degrees

I haven’t written anything for a long time. I am writing back today in honor of my father whose death anniversary we are commemorating.

My father gave me my first book, my first writing material and my first edited letter. Yes, you read it right  “edited letter”.  Whenever i was away from home back then i will write him a letter and he will send it back to me with corresponding corrections.

He gave me the best gift – the gift of words. We would play scrabble together. I never won; not that he was very competetive but simply because he wanted me to learn play up with words and hopefully win (it never happened; he was a walking dictionary). We would buy newspapers everyday only to keep up with the daily crossword puzzle challenge.

He once told me i have the gift of imagination. And he said ” write where your imagination leads you.” Later in life when i began writing in school he told me “now is the time for you to write where your heart leads you; the power of our imagination is so strong but the power of our hearts where love resides is stronger.”

 

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35 Degrees

Its 35 degrees on a hot summer day
No one anticipated it
Nobody expected  it would come
But it happened
It rained
On a 35 degrees hot summer day
Nobody anticipated
No one expected
Yet it happened
Just as you went away
On a 35 degrees hot summer day

 

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Thank you papa for the wonderful gift you left behind. You will forever live in my words and you will forever come alive in my imagination but i assure you, you will always and forever be in my heart where love resides eternally.
I would like to thank my dear followers for standing by while i was away. Special thanks to Kate of https://aroused.blog , Gina of https://alifelesslivedblog.wordpress.com, Irma of Iidorun, https://iidorun.wordpress.com, Jules of dailyjewelsbyjules.wordpress.com
for the daily dose of writing inspiration.

Not your Average Girl (part 2)- free verse

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She doesn’t don’t know how to act
but with sense of urgency

She don’t doesn’t know how to care
without thinking too much and feeling too much

She doesn’t know how to be quiet and sit still and allow her mind to settle

She is always asking, experiencing, struggling and finding meaning

She is passionate and misunderstood of being finicky rather than simply striving for excellence

She is an artist, deep, creative
And not your average girl

 

 

 
Written for Eugenia of
BrewNSpew Cafe – February 18, 2019

Word/expression of the week – finicky – (adjective) – fussy about one’s needs or requirements. Showing or requiring great attention to detail. Synonyms – overcritical, difficult, awkward, exacting, demanding, perfectionist.

Little Things – free verse

With every little thing you do
And with every little smile you gave
I am in awe
I am in wonder

With every little love you share
And with every little light you shed
I am delighted
I am honored

With that little thing you do
And little love you share
I am gratified
I am pleased.

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P.S.

A little something to kick off our week.  What is that one little thing that makes you happy?

Fulcrum -poem

I was a ballerina
standing on tiptoes
finding balance
if i lean to right or left
i fall over
You were my fulcrum
creating stability
and equilibrium
you bring the waves
in my mind
to a halt
leading me
to my centerpoint
my stillness
my heart.

 
P.S.

Who would you consider to be your support/balance? Are they people whom you can leverage success and happiness?
If not, find some!
Written for V.J.’S WEEKLY CHALLENGE #35: BALANCE