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Shenita Etwaroo

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There are millions of voices that are silenced
From trafficking, slavery, and exploitation.
Not just overseas, in third world countries,
But right here in our very own nation.

There are millions of tears that spill to the earth
Of those forced to perform against their will.
Sexually misused, abused, and degraded.
Broken, defeated, and left mentally ill.

There are millions of smiles that will never be seen
Dreams crushed right from the start.
Cries that are muffled behind closed doors.
As families are brutally torn apart.

There are millions of children whose childhoods have been ruined.
They’ll never know the unbridled joy of peace.
They’ll only know agony and suffering
Constantly praying for their pain to cease.

Together our voices can make a difference
It takes just one spark to start a fire.
To shed light on the horrendous truths
One story is enough to inspire.

It’s a steady sound,
despite my grief,
it continues to pound,
fluttering and brief,
but oh so very strong,
because it is filled with you,
and the type of love that wrote every song,
and made every dream come true.

It beats within me,
even as a tear is shed,
it reminds me of what used to be,
and the words that we once said.
I love you forever,
and ever,
and ever...

The moon rises,
with its milky light,
and its soulful surprises,
in which most delight.

I stare into the sky,
waiting for a sign,
an explanation for why
you can no longer be mine.

I feel it then as the stars shine,
a whisper of the wind,
a reminder that you are always mine,
in the caress of the breeze against my skin.

You are there still and always,
you are there speaking through my heart,
of all of the wonderful ways
that we are not actually apart.

Love does not come and go,
love is what creates us from the start,
love is what we’re made of, this I know,
and love is what counts the beats of my heart.

Though the night is long,
and the distance may seem great,
I know that our love is truly strong,
so strong that nothing can separate.

My heart belongs to you,
it beats with the rhythm of your voice,
everything I do is all for you,
now I hear again, and can rejoice.

Have you ever looked at the patterns on the back of a turtle shell?
How about our skin cells under a high powered microscope?
Imperfect pieces with a very perfect purpose.
This can give us hope.

Have you ever felt like you were useless?
Beaten down, exhausted, or abused?
Perhaps your life has been thrown upside down,
You’ve made mistakes that just cannot be excused.

Your heart is weary and your eyes are teary.
Your soul has reached rock bottom.
But remember the fact there is now solid ground beneath your feet.
It’s only up from here. It’s your turn to blossom.

Although life can certainly throw us curve balls
And place unwanted obstacles in our path.
We are bigger than the sum of our problems.
No doubt, God will overcome Satan’s wrath.

We must choose to face the day with a smile
Persistence and optimism are a must.
We should hold tight to the ones that support us
And in God almighty, we must place all of our trust.

Although He won’t take our problems away
He will hold our hand and see us through.
For it is by His grace and unending love that
Our sins are washed clean and we’re born anew.

Let your story be an inspiration to others.
Encouragement to those in similar situations.
For we have the tools to overcome any challenge.
Let your own accounts stand as an affirmation.

Together we can form a community,
One that spreads love, hope, and support.
A group of people, whose voices unite,
Who won’t allow you to sell yourself short.

Each of us is imperfect.
Full of scars, blemishes, and flaws.
But together we can create a perfect group
That unites to bring light to a critical cause.

As you barbarically rip the skin from my back
No thought given to my pain
I cringe and howl in absolute agony,
As your treatment is anything but humane.

My coat was intended to keep me warm and dry
Yet it’s stolen for your selfish appearance.
Cut and pieced into clothing and accessories
Stamped with a price tag, eventually thrown into clearance.

How would your feel if your own human skin
Was violently torn from your frame?
Squandered for profits, looks, and prestige.
Who cares? You’re one and the same.

That knife cuts much deeper
Than my external flesh, fur, and skin.
The lack of compassion or thought
Cuts to the core, where my soul begins.

Although the physical pain is unbearable
It is minimal, you see
Compared to the torture, the heartache and anguish
Of a life lacking purpose and quality.

I am more than a genetically modified organism
That was constructed for scientific research.
I am more than just pretty colors and silly talking tricks
Caged upon this perch.

My body was created for a purpose
Other than your dinner plate.
Why must you kick and hit, scream and scold
Then lock me for hours in this lonely crate?

My soul cries out as I am forced to work
Beyond my strength and will.
Although I push with all my might,
You are only standing still.

I am more than just a breeding factory
Giving birth to endless brood.
Only for my children to be torn from me
And sold away as food.

How would you feel if someone cut away your hair
And turned it into a coat?
Only for a thoughtless soul
To parade around and gloat.

That overpriced purse you clutch
Was constructed from my skin.
For years I’ve been living in restrictive pain.
I’m starting to wear thin.

I’m more than your convenience
Your entertainment or nutrition.
I have feelings. I have desires.
I even have ambition.

© Shenita Etwaroo

Let’s define who we are,
Let’s affirm how much better we are,
how much more civilized,
how much smarter,
how much happier.

Let’s stick together.
Don’t associate with anyone who’s not
Us.

Let’s slowly build walls,
keep Them out,
keep Us safe.

Let’s forget
that we’re trapping ourselves in
that we’re closing ourselves off
that we’re losing out, that Them was just an idea in the first place.

Promises have been whispered before,
from my lips,
from the lips of friends and more,
but none quite like this.

Each word I speak,
is one I intend to keep,
my promise will never be weak,
made by a heart no longer asleep.

Each breath I take,
is sacred to me,
because it is drawn for your sake,
for you, I will always be good.

What makes me alive
is the joy in your eyes,
what inspires me to survive
is the love that came as a surprise.

It has been a long journey so far,
brutal and unkind,
but I still sought magic in the stars,
and hoped I might yet still find
a warmth like your embrace,
a beautiful soul like you,
an angel with a familiar face,
a dream that actually came true.

I whispered my prayers each night,
I sought the promise of tomorrow,
I dreamed and lost myself in the delight
of a fantasy that whisked away all of my sorrow.

I knew you long before
we ever had the opportunity to meet,
you were the reason I was sure,
that tragedy could not deal love a defeat.

Just when I might have given in,
when I might have surrendered to solitude,
my heart you did win,
and I can’t ever fully express my gratitude.

My life is now in full bloom,
my love is bursting from deep within me,
like a fountain washing away the gloom,
and finally, truly, setting me free.

That is why I whisper this promise to you,
words sacred between you and I,
that my love will always be true,
that it will belong to you until the day I die.

Perhaps beyond, with angels wings,
our love will still grow,  
and my heart will continue to sing,
for the joy I finally know.

Step into the light
Let go of your shroud of clouds
Your shade and your shadows.

Turn your face up
to the warmth of the sun
and the bright stars.

Light can be scary
It reveals
cracks, scars, bruises, tears.

In the light
others see you,
and you must see yourself.

But be brave
be bold.
Light will show you the world around.

Light will lift you up,
energize you,
help you grow.

Like sunshine
fueling a flower,
light will lift you up towards the sky

So step into the light
and find a world
that’s new and bright.

As you barbarically rip the skin from my back
No thought given to my pain
I cringe and howl in absolute agony,
As your treatment is anything but humane.

My coat was intended to keep me warm and dry
Yet it’s stolen for your selfish appearance.
Cut and pieced into clothing and accessories
Stamped with a price tag, eventually thrown into clearance.

How would your feel if your own human skin
Was violently torn from your frame?
Squandered for profits, looks, and prestige.
Who cares? You’re one and the same.

That knife cuts much deeper
Than my external flesh, fur, and skin.
The lack of compassion or thought
Cuts to the core, where my soul begins.

Although the physical pain is unbearable
It is minimal, you see
Compared to the torture, the heartache and anguish
Of a life lacking purpose and quality.

I wake up bright and early
to greet my dad.
I wag my tail and lick his hand
to show him he is loved.

While he eats breakfast
I sit on the floor
smiling at him
from beside his feet.

He pats me on the head,
and I wag my tail faster
reverberating with love
for my dad.

When he leaves for work,
I watch out the window,
watching for his car,
waiting for his return.

When he comes home
I overflow with joy
I am so excited
to spend time with my dad.

I run to the door,
tail wagging.
As he enters I jump up
excited to show him I love him.

He took me outside to play,
a guy shouted at me.
Then suddenly I feel the pain
as I fall down to the ground.

I do not understand this pain
or what I have done wrong.
I do not know why
my love has earned me pain.

A golden, and radiant bright light Injecting my eyes with a dazzling white Falls on my slippery skin as it climbs, As I flop lightly out of the foaming brine.

I look to my brother, and see pride in himAs he goes about teaching me how to swim, So the sun won’t make my soft skin blister.And that I may protect my mom and sister, Making me more fine at coursing for krills, Allowing me to have more playtime and thrills.

My brother teaches me how to sail, To protect myself from the killer whale, Though the whales themselves tend to decline, We know only our own endangered shrine;Because of the humans hunting us for a while.

My brother swam with me for only for a mile, Before a harpoon pierced straight through his skin; My eyes filled with tears, though the humans did grin.

Though my brother now lay in their boat, I could see, I knew he was dead, with no need now to plea;I fled to my mother and sister, in a rush, But when I did find them, my own heart was  crushed, As I saw them lying dead; I didn’t know their faces, My soul came to pain and unrest, at all paces, When I wonder how humans could wear coats of our flesh, And use our blubber to make makeup and blush.

I’m alone now, with my loss and my pain, Any hope for man’s mercy would just be insane, But still do I beg, to those who have heart;Please stop the poaching, it tears us apart.

For God made us all with the same eyes, Set greed aside, if you yet wish to rise;Help us lessen the agonized noise, At least—you help me, by spreading my voice.

Right to free speech
Right to bear arms
Right to vote

What about the right to be loved?

The right to feel love
and compassion and respect,
a connection to another human.

Isn’t this the most basic human right of all?

You are worthy of love.
You deserve love.
As you give love, you should receive it.

All of us have a right to be loved.

Do not submit to those
who demand your love
but deny your love in return.

You have a right to love,
a right to respect
a right to feel human and beautiful and full.

Demand your rights.

© Shenita Etwaroo