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Response to Naomi Shihab Nye's "This Is Not Who We Are"

Initial thoughts:

People read poetry to feel, to think, and learn. Author's write to expand and release, to dispel what they can give, to display or push out what is inside of them. Have you ever felt numb? Have you blocked or pushed down your feelings, your sympathy, hope, love, joy, or pain. Have you witnessed countless tragedies and ignored them, have you walked away "unscaved". No one can really walk away unscaved, everything that happens shapes who you are, you can choose how to grow from your experiences. Or you can chose to shutdown, block out opportunity, revel in the darkness and let malicious thought consume your being. Or can simply remain numb, distracted, unaffected, "unscaved". I wish people knew mourning with people, mourning something that hurt someone you love is necessary. I wish people knew to never belittle someone else's experience or pain, but to not let someone's pain consume them either. Don't revel in the dark, but help each other find the light. Acknowledge the hurt, acknowledge the negative, don't pretend evil doesn't exist, don't pretend the world can be trusted to administer justice because it is apparent the world is unjust. Instead weep together, hurt together, and love each other, learn to love each other. Learn to open your eyes and see your surroundings for what they truly are. See the good and the evil, work for a divine will, not a flawed will of your own, but the right thing, strive for what is right, not in your eyes or the world's, do what is right, do what is true.

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