You are not invisible

Have you ever walked past a person and wondered why they behaved the way they did? Did you ever wonder why someone you smiled at while serving them in the shop did not return the smile? Have you ever wondered why that young person is using a walking frame or is in a wheelchair, or what was that old woman’s life like when she was young?

This was inspired by the people I observed while sitting on a bench at a shopping centre.

I am the old lady sitting on the bench
watching people pass me by
young and beautiful
people full of life
I close my eyes and remember
I used to be one of you many years ago
Beautiful and adventurous

I am the guy that walked past you with my walker
I close my eyes and remember being teased for
my physical disability
I did not wish this upon myself
I was born with cerebral palsy

I am the elderly man who walked past you talking to myself
People look at me funny and try to keep their distance
I was told I’m a danger to myself and society
I close my eyes and remember my younger days
free on the streets dealing drugs and staying high
to escape the pain, sufferings and loneliness of this cruel world

I am the girl that didn’t make eye contact with you
as you served me at the counter
little you know that I suffer from deep depression
my life is consumed by it
I close my eyes and the remember all the events
that brought me to where I am today
A tear falls from my eye because it is so hard to see
the light at the end of the tunnel

Let us not ignore and make our elderly feel invisible. And let us not be ignorant to mental and physical disabilities. Be kind because everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.

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A poem by my favourite rapper Tupac Shakur

I cry

Sometimes when I’m alone
I Cry,
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confide in,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes…
I Cry
and no one cares about why.

You don’t have to be a street child to be sexually exploited

You didn’t see the innocence in her eyes

you just didn’t care; all you wanted was your basic needs

fulfilled, even if that was by a child

You tricked her saying you’re her father’s friend

You took her to the corner of an abandoned shop

sat her down and asked her to give you her hand

Within seconds her hand was inside your pants

She was afraid and didn’t know what was going on

She didn’t know what she was touching

When it was over you told her she could go

And to say hello to her father from you

She walked across the field back to her home

Feeling used and disgusted with herself

Tears started to fall down her cheeks

As she realised what had happened to her

And what you made her do

She told her mother about you

about what you made her do

But nobody believed her

She told her father about you

But found out you are not her fathe’rs friend

You were a paedophile, a child molester

Now on your way preying on another child

While she is left with the scares and memories

that will hunt her all her life

Remember your mother

Remember your mother

born with stubborn curly hair

big bright eyes that looked

beyond a person and any situation

Remember your mother

heart broken when she had to say

goodbye to her homeland

leaving behind her family and friends

but with the hope that she will return

one day and see them again

As a little girl escaping war

when she visited the big blue mosque in Mazar-e-Sharif

she tied a piece of cloth at the Ziarath

praying to god to keep those she left behind

safe until she returned

Remember your mother

who when witnessed her mother at gunpoint

was not afraid because her believe in God was stronger

than the Mujahid’s Kalashnikov

Remember your mother

as much as she was nervous

she put a smile on her face

and started school in a foreign land

She was bullied for her dark skin

for her jet black curly hair

for not being able to speak the language

and for just being foreign

Remember your mother

who would be told by her mother

she will buy her everything she desired

every time they left for a new country

but she knew deep down inside at a young age

that nothing will ever be the same

war has changed her family and their lives forever

she will never own what other kids could

she knew she would be wearing second hand

cloths and torn shoes for a long time

because poverty was here and she was now part of it

she knew that until she could call a place home again

she would always be restless and lost

Remember your mother

who would chase away boys to protect her brother

who started work at the age of nine

to feed her family by selling cigarettes

on those freezing winter days of Russia

Remember your mother

who alone with her little brother and the smuggler

made her way to another land

not showing how worried and scared she was

because she needed to be her brother’s

strength during that journey

Once again she had to face

A new country, new school and new language

more bullying and insults thrown her way

From the start she knew she was different

though she eventually made friends

she never felt accepted

she felt that she never fitted in

She knew this was because

she viewed the world and people

differently to her friends

she saw the world from the eyes

of the poor, the starving and those struggling

Remember your mother

as a unique woman, one of a kind

Remember her as a quiet, gentle,

kind and sensitive woman

who would cry for hours after watching

images of starving kids on TV

promising that she would help as many she could

even if meant doing it alone

But also remember her

as a strong, passionate and courageous woman

who overcame her fears and nerves

when it was time to be the

voices of the voiceless

remember her as someone

who spoke the truth even when

her voice was shaking

Remember your mother

who was even an outcast in her family

for everything she stood for

but she didn’t let anyone stand in her way

for she knew that if she stood for nothing

she would fall anything

She was often bullied for being

darker than other members of her family

they called her ugly and skinny

but she grew up to be a woman

that every auntie in the community

wanted her son married to

Remember her as not insecure

but as a shy and soft spoken woman

confident, elegant and beautiful but not

an arrogant woman

Remember that your mother’s

dreams did not consist of material things

but of a peaceful world

without wars, famine and destruction

and that is what she fought for

with all of her heart and strength

Remember that your mother was

Inspired by people like Malcolm X,

Martin Luther King, Rosa Parks,

Harriet Tubman and Che Guevara

Not by Obama, Bush or Blair

Remember that your mother loved rap

And that her favourite rapper was

a great activist by the name of

Tupac Shakur not Jay-Z

Remember that your mother

wanted nothing but a good life for you

the type of life she never had

she wanted you to grow up as a

strong, selfless, kind and generous

woman/man

Remember that you mother

loves you more than anything in this world

she never thought she could ever love anyone so much

but then you came along and changed her world

with the hope for better days to come

So get out there and fight for your dreams

for your rights and the rights of those

struggling in this unfair system

Remember to always speak the truth at whatever cost

and never forget that your mother is

up there watching with pride that

you are her daughter/son