The Red ScareIt's been almost a year since this happened, but now I'm finally ready to share it. Any Islamophobic comments will be immediately hidden so don't even try. Even if you hate Muslims or you think of them as dangerous, this is a true story about something terrible that happened to an innocent girl.The Red Scare by StrongButGentle
I was in physics class first period on the first Monday of April 2014, when the vice principal said over the intercom that the students would be called down by class to an assembly. This was surprising to most of us, as an assembly had not been planned. My physics teacher asked what the assembly was for.
"You know the girl who wears this?" A senior in my class asked, making a sweeping motion with her hand around her face.
I knew who she was referring to. There was a Muslim freshman -- we'll call her X -- who wore a hijab every day. She seemed to have many different ones. I saw her in the hallway sometimes. She looked very quiet and shy.
The senior said that someone had put a note in X's
The Listener's PoemThis started when I was fourteenThe Listener's Poem by StrongButGentle
You were immaterial, intangible
Always silent and unseen
Yet to hear your voice I was able
No one heard you but me
I'm just a kid, I'm not wise, I'm not a saint
I've performed no miracles, I've done nothing great
Yet this has happened to me as if by fate
You told me you loved me
You told me you cared
You said you would protect me
And you would always be there
How could this be real?
It couldn't be, there was no way
That's how I would feel
Though I wanted you to stay
A twinge of sadness pricked me then
I wanted to know you for sure
I was restless with doubt all over again
I had to know who you were
I had hoped for nothing, trusted not a soul
I didn't know how people ever could
Why make themselves vulnerable?
How could this do them any good?
I shielded myself from all on earth and above
I let nothing touch my heart
Eventually I needed badly some expression of love
But I wouldn't risk being harmed
Then on one bright, heaven-like day,
In a moment of silence
I'm a dreamer and an artist just like all of you . . .|
I have been drawing since I was six years old. I didn't think much of my drawings, but my classmates were stunned by them. I drew a pair of pink Converse sneakers when I was nine years old, and my mom was so amazed she got me to sign it and made copies of it to everyone she knew. Then she consigned me to a ton of art courses in drawing, painting, and a little of ceramics at Attleboro Art Museum in Rhode Island.
Art is a natural talent and a gift. Sports have different seasons, school ends eventually, but art stays with you forever.
To me, music and art are the most beautiful and compelling forms of self-expression and catharsis. Art is the breath of life in me; it is my passion, my joy, and my sanctuary. I draw and write whenever I feel the pull - I have much more time in the summer, but despite school, workload, and stress, I draw and write in between. I also sometimes devote half a night or a whole night to staying up to draw or write.
I mostly do photography, anime art, fan art, realistic drawings, and literature. I have over 400 art pieces, I am the founder of Ran-maoFC and I update my journal entry every few days to weekly
J u s t B r e a t h e ・・・
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