Poem: Let us not Hate


It has been a problem throughout history, racial profiling; bigotry and hatred.

People make a certain “ethnicity” seem bad and immoral.But the reality is every ethnicity has some bad people.

And this doesn’t make everyone who looks like or is the same race as someone terrible bad.  You cannot judge a person on the status of their race.

We would have no ethnicities left if we hated a race everytime some of their community did something wrong.

And I’m begging you to look back on history and don’t make the same mistakes.

Hitler believed in the Arian race, he killed all the Jews in WWII, 6 million of them, how did the world let that happen?

Then German girls who had no choice but to sleep with Nazi officers were left to die, naked, their heads shaved in shame. Germany turned on it’s own people too.

And when Japan bombed Pearl Harbor, we put them all in internment camps. As, if all Japanese in every country were responsible for their homeland leaders decision.

And what of Saddam Housein and all the people that were his own people, that he killed ruthlessly. The US provided him with weapons and he came back a ghost to haunt them.

And looking back to the American Civil War, the South would not give up it’s slaves. These African Americans had no rights. They were raped, worked until death, their d families torn apart, sold as if they weren’t people.

And it scares me that a man like Donald Trump would say the US should keep all Arabs out. The man is not a genius at the best of times, but the blind follow the blind.

When all people from Syria need help, because their country is turning on itself. When ISIS preaches death to all who are not them, can you blame people from getting the hell out.

When America needs to open it’s arms, we could have an intolerant ignorant pompeous man running the show. Someone please use small words and tell him all Arabs are not ISIS or terrorists.

We need to defend our countries against the issues that would destroy us. But we need to consider North America is a diverse place.

People did not travel here so they could be abused, cast aside, and be racially slurred. The actions of a few or many are never an entire people’s fault. We have choices, we are democracies.

Let us choose leaders who welcome diversity. And have a heart to help people. Those who live in our own lands and those who wish to be citizens.

Put yourself in another person’s place. If your home was destroyed, wouldn’t you want others to help you build a life, for you  and your children?

Let us not hate.

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©Mandibelle16. All Rights Reserved.

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Writing 101 – Sleep –  ” Terror’s Embrace”



In the battle with soft covers, her body cries for sleep; for in this nightmare, her weeping will not cease.

There are spiders spinning webs and a room that needs vacuuming; having spiders on the brain is a terrible fear of hers.

And she can feel the pain of her muscles as her fingers clench; her neck throbs incessantly. And she is trying to run away and sink into a pink sunrise.

In a dreamscape made of terror, could morning come any sooner? But coiled in her mind is the snake gliding around her body, telling her she cannot sleep tonight.

It surrounds her ribs and she is short of breath; the coils are an evil, slippery and slimy, another nightmare calling. Turning her body purple as she fights to find some air.

And then there is the sharp pain in her body; a multiple stabbing in her stomach, something worse than hunger. And her child is screaming as the darkness kills her.

The pain it feels real, but she is watching from a distance. The blood pools below, and the poor boy keeps watching. His mother crying awfully, telling him to run.

And then she is trying to find a home. But everyone turns her away. Clearly, she recalls, “there was no room at the inn.” And she never finds her home until she transforms into a girl.

Then she is back with her family. Playing Lego with her brothers, before she sees spiders spinning. She tries to smash them and to vacuum the webs away.

Her body arches and rises, it aches to wake. She is trying to get up. But a rush of blood to her brain causes spinning. And she cannot bend her neck.

She waits, and looks to escape her dream. But a nightmare has hold of her. She is indebted to the darkness; an avenging angel caught in terror’s embrace.

Will she ever wake? Glory comes at the rising of the sun. She will destroy the dreamscape forging with fire in her eyes.

The haunted becomes the hunter and spiders burn in their webs.  She heals stab wounds with a battle cry and fire burns her assailant.

She cuts the snake to pieces and finds a place to call her home. In her bedroom is her, lying on the bed. She wars in cotton sheets in dreams. A woman who controls her nightmares; she is Queen of her own fears.

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