IT TAKES ALL INDIVIDUALS TO STOP THE HATE

In recent events and past events and possible future events I am so sickened by the constant back and forth degrading and bickering of who did what and whose fault it is and all the finger pointing as if all the adults are in Kindergarten saying “I didn’t start it” or “It’s not my fault” or “But they are the ones that did it first”. 

Let me remind you all of a little motto I go by, it’s called LEARN HISTORY BUT DO NOT LIVE IT.

There, if I couldn’t make myself any clearer and regardless of this offending anyone each individual in this world can help stop racism by realizing that pointing fingers does no good. Do I acknowledge racism? Yes I do. and before any of you want to say I am another one of those “white” people whom are uneducated about it let me tell you a few things: First of all I am not white (a sheet of paper is), secondly I have a definite knowing of how racism feels ever since I came to America when I was a little girl and before some of you ignorant fools say anything I AM legal.

I am ashamed of what my child has to grow up in. A world of blatant chaos that is all due to ignorance. It starts with the individual. Not color. If you were brought up to be ignorant you will most likely turn out that way unless you are smart enough to use your god given brain and see the difference of choices that you see before you and make your own path. Instead of cracking ignorant jokes with your peers about people that spread hatred choose your own path. Instead of being too scared to speak up just speak up anyways. I have learned that even if it kills me I will NEVER shut up. NEVER. Because of what my mom and I went through in life I have grown into a person not a woman but a person that will speak my mind. If it offends anyone they don’t have to read or listen to it. I will not walk around eggshells no matter who I am around. I refuse to be thrown into categories. Racism is a very touchy subject but if you ask me it is all sides who are at fault but I will be the first person to say I REFUSE to be held accountable for what some peoples ancestors went through. I refuse to be held accountable for the killings of some that are happening today in society just because some want to point fingers at one specific race. I am human I am not a color. If society would look at it that way maybe just maybe racism would stop. 

Then again it will never end because unfortunately there are still too many blind sided in this world. The ones that see they are the only ones targeted. 

My family and many I know love ALL walks of life but ALL lives should matter. Remember that. 

Peace and Love to ALL races because we are human,

Sara-Loretta Hardin

 

To Be Or Not To Be…..JUST BE regardless

In recent events that happened this week of the 50 lives that were drastically lost and 50 plus more wounded and traumatized I send my love and support to EVERYONE inside and outside the LGBT community.

I am appalled at the people on this planet that think they can devour and take away the lives of anyone they please to make a celebrity of themselves even. Families whom now mourn and have to pick up the pieces and can never ever see their loved ones again. You people who think you or your GOD is the righteous one better look again! 

If I cause controversy with my statement then so be it because I am so disgusted with what society has become. To be so hateful and careless and have no remorse for the harm and devastation some of you cruel and horrible people in this world cause others is something that I hope you all burn in hell for. Don ‘t tell people who don’t go to church that they will burn in hell. Don’t tell people who are different than you that they are wrong and you are right. Don’t judge others and discriminate when the majority of you in this world have your own front doors to clean! 

I support the LGBT community and always will! Many wish for equality and justice. However it takes everyone to stand up! You don’t have to like it and you don’t have to accept it but if some of you tell me that you could care less what happened to the LGBT community this week I sure as hell hope you cold hearted ones are those that rot in your so called hell! I am a Bisexual and I am more comfortable to say it not because I need to relay my sexual orientation or because I need to prove something but because I stand with everyone no matter their orientation, religion, ethnicity, and so on and I am PROUD of who I am and that took damn long enough to happen! 

Thank YOU in the LGBT community for standing your ground! That murderer will NEVER win! None of them will because LOVE WILL ALWAYS WIN! 

So all you hating ignorant people that are out there take a good look in the mirror because in the end you lose FUCKERS. 

LOVE, Sara-Loretta Hardin

DEAR WORLD PEACE AND LOVE

DEAR WORLD,

LOSING MY FAITH IN HUMANITY IS NOT SOMETHING I WILL LET WIN. THEREFORE THE SMALL AMOUNT OF HOPE THAT STILL LINGERS INSIDE OF ME I WILL DO MY BEST TO GRASP TIGHTLY.

DEAR WORLD, WHEN ARE THESE ATROCITIES GOING TO STOP…

DEAR WORLD, WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO WAKE UP…

DEAR WORLD, TOO MANY LIVES ARE BEING LOST…

DEAR WORLD, I WISH FOR PEACE JUST AS MOST OF YOU DO…

SO MUCH IS GOING ON IN THIS WORLD AND EVERYONE IS AT WAR OVER RELIGION AND MONEY. GO AHEAD AND CONDEMN ME FOR SAYING THAT BUT IT’S THE TRUTH.

THOSE TWO THINGS CAUSE THE MOST HELL IN THIS WORLD.

THE FUTURE MY CHILD WILL BE IN…

A WORLD OF CHAOS AND HATRED EVEN WORSE THAN NOW…

DEAR WORLD, MY CHILD WILL BE THAT SPECK OF PEACE IN YOUR HELL.

MY CHILD IS PEACE…

IS YOURS?

LOVE ALWAYS, SARA-LORETTA HARDIN

 

Deep Seas Within The Mind And Heart

Dear World you affect me as my mirror does

Feelings attacking me as I try and make sense of everything

Sinking down in broken glass

Not even the blood can wake me from the nightmare of me

Questioning the reason for existence

What part do I play

Each day I am consumed with polluted air

Choking me as I inch closer to the door

I desire to be that blown out candle 

Shaken like the earth when it began

Falling deeper and deeper until I can fall no more

Each day is a struggle as a boat in the open sea

As the storm comes and currents get rough

I don’t know how much longer I can go along the currents

Sometimes when I blink I remind myself I am not dead yet

Then I get even more sullen

Though grateful for which I have in life

Life does not know 

Deep seas within my mind and heart

Update In Life

Hello to all my wonderful fellow WordPress friends,

It has been quite some time since I have posted anything. Actually it has been months. I have not blogged or written any poems. Life has just sort of withered away before my eyes as I had no mental energy to just deal with it all. Before the new year I deleted my Facebook account (that which I never posted on here). I felt no need to have it anymore. It became sort of a nuisance instead of anything positive. I never shared on here but I do write for a non-profit online magazine spreading awareness on many things such as equality and compassion on worldly issues. I have had no ambition to write for that lately either until recently and I did write something that will come out in this months digital magazine issue. I am very fortunate to be able to contribute my writing. The Founder is an amazing person and the rest of the team has some great writings as well. I’ll share the Link at the closing of this update. 

My job search in Life has crumbled as I have given up hope. I know I should not give up and I am not even going to rant in this update because I am going to write a separate Blog about the topic. Trust me…………..I have had my last nerve pinched although I hold my head up and just keep moving forward. So I have taken matters into my own hands. I am a crafty person and just went for it: I have my own Etsy shop now. I will post the link on here too. No I do not expect any of you to purchase, I am just sharing the link so you can see my other side, my craft side besides my writing side. I painted as well in the past and donated all my canvas to the sick children at one of our local Hospitals the other year. I posted my art on deviant. I never thought I was good enough but who needs to be “good” to be Artistic? We are ALL unique and talented in our own ways. Who cares what anyone else thinks anymore? I seriously had to embed that into my brain for many many years. Still working on that……

On a family note we are all doing well. Sometimes I would rather be on a traveling motor home (RV) with my family and go away to a secluded place in the desert besides traveling the country. I do not think anyone could make a big enough vomit bag for how sick this place makes me. yes…yes…I know “it could be worse”. I do not need anyone to tell me that because I am always the first person that throws out to people that there are people worse off which I am fully aware and that I am grateful. However we ALL deal with things differently in life. Many resort to addiction, promiscuity, violence………………..(I am not judging but that is not my route in life)…………and I resort to…well…..mental and emotional turmoil at times. We are all human after all. The problem is I have the tendency to wear the world on my shoulders and when I have issues on my own sometimes it can be a bit much. With that said what I have been doing these several months of not writing is this: Worrying about the world. Worrying about my family. Worrying about myself and my sanity. I’m still breathing so that’s a relief. 

I hope each and everyone of you have been doing alright. Please know that many of you were in my thoughts especially those of you whom I used to comment back and forth with. It is not that I have forgotten about any of you. Just needed a little “figuring out of things” so to speak. Take care and I will be writing more soon. That is on my goal list. Love and Peace to all!

Here are the Links I mentioned:

https://www.etsy.com/shop/WeltFriedenStella

http://www.beutifulmagazine.com/author/sara-loretta/

http://weltfriedenstella.deviantart.com/

A Story About A Girl

There once was a little girl who was brought into this world with her mothers struggle and fight to keep her during her pregnancy because there were complications and given medicine to help. Medicine that may have caused a learning disability that went untreated because of the system and no definite answer. Her mother always said she would go through it all again just to keep her daughter alive. Her love kept her alive. She would grow up knowing there was always something wrong and not find out for sure until adulthood in testing. The little girl had no idea of the world she would be brought into and sometimes feeling as though it would have been better to not have been brought into the world at all when she grew up. She grew up without her father. Knowing and only learning as she got older that he left her and her mother. This little girl grew up with the love of her mother and the abuse of her stepfather and no real father. This little girl wanted no harm to her mother so she kept secrets. The secrets felt dividing of her mother and herself since her mother knew something was going on but the girl did not tell all. Years and years the girl endured abuse: verbal, emotional, mental, physical, and even sexual. Her mother did too. They were undeniably two worlds torn apart by the past. The little girl knew her stepfather was not her real father and always wondered what it would be like to have her real father in her life. She would never know because when she actually did get reconnected with him in adulthood he left her apologies but with his own life on his plate bailed out again. The girl who is a woman now still longs for her father. Still battles with internal demons and unanswered questions. The little girl went through life not only with the abuse of her stepfather, but the bullying she endured in school left her socially isolated. Even in adulthood she struggles to trust people. She is nice and welcoming to people and loves the world but the moment she feels threatened even if not intentional she puts her wall up. Most people do not understand her. People always said to her she wears her emotions on her sleeves. She is judged, labeled as she was her whole life and no matter what she keeps on going. She does not know how and sometimes she really does not want to exist. However she has a family of her own that has kept her grateful beyond belief and realizes that though her past haunts her she has something to hold onto: Her life. That little girl was me, is me, and I refuse to be ashamed anymore. I am still broken but not dead. Hello.

Again

 

I am falling apart again

Wings rebound once more

Flight plummeting

The instant life chokes me

I gasp and wings quiver

I am falling apart again

Yet I try and try and try

Wings just holding me down

Petrified of death

Yet still wishing to be nonexistent

I am falling apart again

My wings still quiver

But I still breathe

I still live

I still try

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