Gedichtendag : vrijheid


Als ik groot ben, ben ik vrij
dat was wat ik toen dacht
want dan ben ik volwassen
en heeft niemand meer de macht.

Ik vroeg mij dikwijls af
waarom ik deed wat de juf zei
zij was toch een vreemde
had geen band met mij.


Maar nu ben ik volwassen
mag ik doen wat ik wil
al heb ik dat gevoel niet
ik houd me nog steeds stil.


Als mensen me vertellen
wat ik presteren moet
dan knik ik nog steeds braafjes
zoals iedereen hier doet.


De baas, de regering
zij hebben nu de macht
ik ben nog steeds niet vrij
al had ik dat verwacht.

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Homophobia kills
#shortstory   #lgbt #homophobia Title: Homophobia kills. Author: Darimel Urdaneta (MeredithSkyWalker) Dedicated to Ed. ❤️🏳️‍🌈 Based on real events. Since he was little Ed had always felt different. Growing up in an evangelic family it was hard to be who you wanted to be. When he was 10 years old he discovered what he was playing to do, play with his two friends, play his father's dolls sneaking. As he grew up he felt impure, unhappy and bad about himself, God was looking at him from heaven and saw what he was doing, he tried to repress himself and act normal, he had a girlfriend but he didn't really like that, taking his hand felt empty, kissing her was like kissing paper, but he had to do it, he had a younger sister to give her a good example and parents who would not approve their behavior. At the end of high school he met a boy he made him feel for the first time having butterflies in his stomach when he saw someone.. Watching him in the distance filled him with illusion, but it was not the right thing to do and he blamed himself again for feeling undue things for someone of his same sex, he began to question himself, to custiate life and its meaning. Time passed and the boy got a girlfriend, that broke Ed's heart, but little by little he realized that that was part of life, not always who you love you.. Time passed and he came to college, he studied Nursing, which did not seem all male to his parents but they accepted it, total his son would graduate. Ed met who would be the love of his life, tall, handsome and gay. They started going out and everything was going wonders, until someone discovered it and threatened that if he didn't tell the truth to his parents, that person would, feeling cornered and in the middle of an internal battle agreed to do it, with fear and suspicion he did it.. That night everything changed, it was the beginning of the end. Discussions, beating, punishments and hatred. His mother was unable to reason just like his father. The weeks passed and their hell was getting worse. Without his cell phone, confiscated his car, forbidden exits and visits. Thousands of ideas pierced his head confudinda and hurt. Bruises, blows on his body showed him what would be of him from now on. With a lot of pain in his soul he made a decision. One night he managed to communicate with her boyfriend, told him to pick him up, they wanted to flee, live his life, love without fear and without hiding.. They made an agreement, he'd send a friend to look for him.. Ed contacted his two best friends and told them what he would do and that if something bad happened it would be his father's fault. The hours passed in his house, he found himself and to his surprise they had closed all the exits, her boyfriend spent a long time waiting outside and no one went out, she left and he felt very bad. Time passed and he felt worse. The time came and he did something that would turn the story. Alone, tired, wounded, broken and depressed committed suicide. With a rope ended his life on March night, his soul could not with so much pain, he surrendered and abandoned himself to the unknown. The news was watered like dusty, a shattered boyfriend, friends wrapped in crying, her family in a state of denial and the community in which she lived shocked. Do not one could believe it. That educated, scholar and good boy had ended his life. Several versions came to light but one took more notoriety, his parents hated him for being gay, fag, deviant, crazy. The months passed, his family went on with his life, going to church, acting indifferently and doing as if it was never his fault. Hatred for them grew in the community, but until today only about 1 year after their death they act like nothing. Do they?? some killers. In memory of Edgar, you are now a beautiful angel who flies free and happy in another universe, away from discrimination and pain. Since he was little Ed had always felt different. Growing up in an evangelical family it was difficult to be who you wanted to be. When she was 10 years old, she discovered what she had to do, play with her two friends, play hide-and-seek dolls from her father. As he grew up he felt impure, unhappy and bad about himself, God was watching him from heaven and saw what he was doing, he tried to repress himself and act normal, he had a girlfriend but he really did not like that, taking his hand felt empty, kissing her was like kissing paper, but he had to do it, he had a younger sister to give a good example and parents who would not approve of his behavior. At the end of high school he met a boy who made him feel for the first time having butterflies in his stomach when he saw someone. Observing him from afar filled him with illusion, but it was not the right thing to do and he blamed himself again for feeling inappropriate things for someone of the same sex, he began to question himself, to question life and its meanings. Time passed and the boy got a girlfriend, that broke Ed's heart, but little by little he realized that this was part of life, not always who you love love you. Time passed and he went to university, he was studying Nursing, which did not seem male to his parents but they accepted it, his are would graduate. Ed met who would be the love of his life, tall, handsome and gay. They begin to go out and everything was going great, until someone discovered it and threatened that if he did not tell the truth to his parents that person would do it, feeling cornered and in the middle of an internal battle he agreed to do it, with fear and suspicion he did it. That night everything changed, it was the beginning of the end. Discussions, beatings, punishments and hatred. His mother was incapable of reasoning like his father. The weeks passed and his hell got worse and worse. Without his cell phone, his car was seized, and outings and visits were prohibited. Thousands of ideas ran through her head, confused and hurt. Blows on his body showed him what would become of him from now on. With much pain in his soul I made a decision. One night she managed to communicate with her boyfriend, she told him to pick him up, they wanted to run away, live their life, love without fear and without hiding. They reached an agreement, he would send a friend to look for him. Ed contacted his two best friends and told them what he would do and that if something bad happened it would be his father's fault. The hours passed at his house, he was alone and to his surprise they had closed all the exits, her boyfriend's friend spent a long time waiting outside and not one came out, she left and he felt very bad. Time passed and he felt worse. The time came and he did something that would turn the story around. Alone, tired, hurt, broken, and depressed, he committed suicide. With a rope he ended his life one night in March, his soul could not with much pain, he gave up and abandoned himself to the unknown. The news spread like powder, a broken boyfriend, some friends wrapped in tears, his family in denial and the community in which he was shocked. Do not one could believe it. That polite, studio and good boy had ended his life. Several versions came to light but one took more notoriety, his parents hated him for being gay, queer, deviant, crazy. The months passed, his family moved on, going to church, acting nonchalantly and pretending it was never their fault. The hatred for them grew in the community, but to this day just almost 1 year after their death they act like nothing. They? some killers. In memory of Edgar, you are now a beautiful angel flying free and happy in another universe, far from discrimination and pain. 🏳️‍🌈❤️
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you want to remenber with me enter here.
who remembers their first favorite consoles and players - Hello friends, today I want to write on my part to show you which were the first consoles that came into my hands as a child, both video games and music and video, I would also like to read a little about you which were your first consoles since childhood to enjoy a moment of those good times. then my first consoles and of course the favorites. My first memories in terms of consoles was the so-called family game, for me it was something shocking to have one of those consoles in my hands since in order to play that type of video game I had to go to the shopping centers and there were places where they rented the games. It should be remembered that my first VCR that I got to know was betamax, to be able to enjoy watching a movie where you could choose what to watch without having to wait to see it on TV, it was something amazing for me, I remember that the first movie I saw was a phone call the fly, amazing special effects for the time. After spending some time and seeing that technology was gradually advancing, they give me a Sega as a Christmas present, which as their sologan says was one of the most advanced computerized game consoles for the time, that is, to go from 8 bit to 16 bit was a big change, improved graphics and good sound were great. Continuing with the advancement of technology now it's up to the VHS, a player if it can be called more advanced in image quality, more development in everything that had to do with recording TV series in the virgin cartridge format, you could record your programs favorite tv, I do not know if betamax had it, do not try, here is a sample that I still have a vhs from more than 20 years old, it is an LG diamond heads, I still have a movie, in the the one from scary movie 1 hahaha. With this count I will refer to play station 1, which has been one of the consoles that somehow came to revolutionize everything in video games, excellent video for the time, arrangement of 2 controls and the most spectacular thing that one is. I have imagined it had a memory of 8 mb removable where you could play your favorite games, mine was resident evil 1, a game madness so additive that it was impossible to stop playing. leaving last, but a moment does not mean that it is not important, maybe it is more important, let's talk about the walkman, for me he was one of my most faithful friends who had since you went out to the street and if you did not like the music that Around you could be heard, you brought out your walkman and you could listen to your favorite music, in my case I took out my scorpions cassette and problem solved. When modernity takes giant steps, it went from walkman to discman, something that brought disman to my generation was how a device gave you the opportunity to change songs with a single click without rewinding anything, the most modern ones brought a kind of protection that it was called antishock it was crazy and by the way listening to music from digital records was a great boom.