Choose humanity <3

Today, humanity was seen in many acts of kindness around the world as it is everyday but today an extraordinary act of humanity was performed amongst the chaos of a horrendous and utterly horrific terrorist act in my favourite city in the world, London. Today, a terror attack took place in the heart of London, Westminster. A police officer amongst others was shot, in an unusual act, a Tory MP, Tobias Elwood performed CPR to try and save his life while doctors and nurses from local hospitals literally ran to the scene to offer help. In this kind of situation, we are reminded that while we all see the world differently, we all have difficult political and other beliefs, we can all pull together in times of trouble no matter our differences. And it is days like this where we need to hear stories like this the most. However, those that initiated this attack was also because of a difference of political belief so just as we are reminded that we can all pull together in this event, it is up to us to show that people with different views can still live side by side and create a world where difference occurs but is treated with respect and graciousness for each other and humanity.

We built buildings, we build bridges of grand design and yet, some of us still try to destroy them with guns, knives and bombs. In some parts of this world, people are fortunate enough to have this kind of event happen infrequently and for it to become a massive headline around the world featuring even it’s own #PrayFor however other parts are not so lucky and this is the norm. Everyday, they endure the pain of not knowing whether their loved ones are safe, whether their school will still be there or their once flourishing city will still be standing or under attack. Their governments are beyond corrupt and there are so many forced to fight for something they don’t believe in and then endure their own rebelling against them ripping cities apart with machine guns and explosions because of a greed and their narrow mindedness thinking everyone should observe a certain way of life yet only they can break the rules.

Did we learn nothing from the past? Our civil wars that tore countries apart, left bullet holes in buildings and one region wealthy but another in poverty? There is no equality where blood is shed, the victims go much further than the body that hits the ground.


So choose humanity and unite. Whether it’s London, Syria, Iraq or another country where people’s way of life is compromised because of a power trip by a certain few, keep them in your thoughts, count your blessings and do what you can to restore the faith of the human race. Too many innocent lives have paid for crimes they did not commit. Blame not one race or religion but those who believe taking away people’s freedom in such a manner is the right way to empower themselves.For, know that where there is just one act of kindness, it can inspire many and that is the humanity I choose to believe in, the version where love trumps hate, where people are inspired to fight for what they believe in.A world where humans see each other as just another soul trying to make their way through this crazy world instead of labelling them as something or judging them without really knowing them.

I want to live in a world where people can move freely through life from one place to another without it being questioned or searched as a result of their looks, religion, disabilities or sexuality.

The Earth we walk upon deserves better, our ancestors who fought for our freedom previously should be lessons in how nothing is ever solved by waging a war, blood is always shed, innocents are always affected. So stand for something more, treat those around you with respect and let’s show those miscreant few that we are better because we stand together as result of love and radiate peace amongst these godforsaken kingdoms.

Here is a link to the Syria appeal if you would like to offer support, be it in the form of monetary donation, raising awareness or volunteering your time.

Link to the Red Cross Syria appeal:



My god, you’re the one I still don’t know if I can forgive, the only one.

I still flinch when people touch my stomach and am reminded of how you punched me there.

I still remember you pressing my arm against a hot spoon or flicking a lighter over my wrist, I still don’t put burns under cold water, convinced that somehow I deserve it.

Bio oil got rid of those scarsĀ and marks on my skin but there are still many present in my mind.

Always thinking you could make up for it with a bouquet of 50 red roses, fancy dinners or taking me shopping. I thought those roses were terribly cliche even then but I wanted to love them so I did even though I will always prefer rainbow lillies. I still feel sick when I see a massive bouquet of red roses, they have never quite matched me, for they were meant for girls who believe in fairytales instead of creating their own and forgive anything because they’re too scared to stand alone.

But you’ve given me a voice as I rebel against everything you wanted me to be. I don’t take notice of negative comments of what I wear now, a lot of my friends are male, I go out and party and drink however much I want.

I speak up whenever I see injustice, when I argue with the men in my life now, I say what I have to say to them, I don’t stand there quietly and take it or sneak around them like I had to with you because you never let me do anything without your approval, I don’t even let them dictate how I get home. Although I still run, terrified that one day their hand may collide with my face just like yours used to. I don’t think I’ll ever feel safe in a room with an angry man but I’ve made peace with that and I remain thankful for the voice and feist that I have developed as a result of getting over you.

I really hope you’ve met someone who has tamed you, someone who could give you what I couldn’t: a family, a reason to buy a house and settle somewhere, to create something that isn’t as broken as where you came from. You had ambition and were always going to go a long way from that council estate your grandparents lived on yet that wasn’t enough, all you wanted was someone and something to call home. I hope you’ve learnt not to get jealous or manipulate because despite everything, I want to believe there was something good within you, that you weren’t a monster.

The Loudest Silence

When you're at work with not much to do so write on receipt scraps. Standing side by side with the loudest silence I have ever heard despite your pen and my finger clicking, unsure of what I've done not to even be worthy of small talk all the while knowing so much has been left unsaid. Desperately clinging to our pride as if a medal were at stake but we're the only ones in the race. We were supposed to be a dream but it was co-written by everyone else, we couldn't play our parts. They intercepted us with their visions and we got lost in it and couldn't even find ourselves. so now we're just another tragic story. EFM #creativewriting #handwritten #firstedition #relationships #silence #receipt #poetsofinstagram #prose #poetry

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This is a first edit of a piece called The Loudest Silence.

When I get bored at work, I write on receipt scraps so the picture above is what I managed to scribble on shift the other day. It’s not quite perfect yet but I’m working on it!

Standing side by side in an empty room with the loudest silence I have ever heard

despite your pen and my finger clicking, unsure of what I’ve done

not to even be worthy of small talk all the while knowing so much has been left unsaid.

Desperately clinging to our pride as if a medal were at stake but

we’re the only ones in the race.

We were supposed to be a dream but that belonged to everyone else .

They intercepted us with their visions and we got so lost in it

that we couldn’t even find each other

so now we’re just another tragic story.