Zero Say

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1 week from my 50th trip around the Sun, and I find I’m still angry 50 years later, that my mom chose life for me. 

I had zero say in her choice. 

I had zero say over the severe abuses I would suffer from birth to well past adulthood. 

I had zero say in the mental health or anguish she and my father would pass down, which they too received from choices of others for their life and they had zero say too.

I had zero say in the sick abusive society that I was forced to be born into.

At a time when forced birth is on the forefront while simultaneously refusing to care for the Born, I have to say, nay, I get to say, “No!”

“No, more abuses.”

“NO! 

“NO MORE lack of health care.”

“No more expensive crappy housing.”

“NO MORE! Lack of nutritious food.”

“No more, starvation wages.”

IF, YOU FORCE US TO BE BORN, WE TOO SHOULD HAVE A SAY! We too should be GUARANTEED EVERYTHING  that it requires to SUSTAIN said life without guilt or shame:

free and excellent healthcare, livable wages, clean, free & healthy homes, edible and healthy foods free from poisons, clean drinking water, and freedom to choose for ourselves that which is in our own best interest. 

Everything we had prior to being forced to be born into an Abusive Society. 

Sincerely,

The Forced Born 

Following Myself Home

Who says? Who says what’s best for me? When it’s best for me? How it’s best for me? 

Who says? Currently it’s the bullies. Why? Because most of us went home. We got tired of being canceled, fired, harassed and vilified by masses because the bullies are FABULOUS at getting the masses out in force. We jump on their bandwagons every time they’re in our neighborhood. Because it’s easy to get swept away with everyone else feeling we belong. Nobody likes sitting home alone 24/7, or the work/home 12/12. 

We want for ourselves certainty, fun, laughter, love, money, downtime, friends, family, resources, security, housing, job, good food, clean water, education, and the ability to have our own privacy without offering these things freely to others. We want to know they “earned them.” Whatever we believe that may be. Our own Hell, we know; “we” earned these “rights.” 

Do we know another’s Hell? How do we know if they “earned” their rights? Is it ours to bear? To judge? Does it cost us to offer what we ourselves are no longer using anyway?

 Does our souls earn less for the worthiness of another or lack there of? 

Will we yourself be judged by how worthy we deemed and helped those we found worthy? 

Or will our soul be weighed by the weight we helped our fellow man carry? The lighter we lessened their load, the lighter our weight became until we float into Heaven?

The heavier we make our fellow man, the heavier our measured weight becomes until we sink into the ground? Sallowed by Grandma Gaia to be born once again? Face another Hell for eternity? 

So many things we let pull and sway us when it seems the easiest is the most fun; what makes your soul lighter? 

Follow yourself Home…

Picture painted by my great-niece on my bedroom wall