Monday, March 2, 2015

Offended













Scrolling,
scrolling,
scrolling.

We do so much of that
these days.
Through our messages,
our emails,
our photos.
And these things called
"feeds".

Whether on Twitter,
Facebook,
Tumblr,
our feeds can keep us
alert
to what our friends,
our families,
our enemies,
are doing now.
Now.

Today, a woman was
offended
by something on her feed.
She lashed out.
She aimed to tear the other woman
down.
We forget that our feeds
are not "ours".
While we may
block,
report
ignore,
others are creating the content.

Instead of just
adverting
our eyes
to what we do not wish
to see,
so many wish to shut down
the voices of others.
Barring harassment,
abuse,
murder,
why can't we let others
be.

We are different.
We want and believe
different things.
Offended?
Yes,
you may be offended
by an image that
speaks
of life and beauty
to another.
Can it be painful for some?
Yes.
But art and self-expression
do not promise to be
pristine,
easy,
safe.

Someday, we must face
our fears
and dare I say it?
Be offended.

(Written 3.2.15)


5 comments:

  1. Love this! So so true. I felt bad scrolling, scrolling as I read this, thinking I needed to get off the internet and spend more time offline. I absolutely love the end. Great post!

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  2. Thank you and thanks for reading!

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  3. "But art and self expression
    do not promise to be
    pristine,
    easy,
    safe."

    So true! We can choose what to engage with and what not to, but that doesn't mean it should be shut down as a form of expression.

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  4. Each day I participate in the Slice of Life I live your lines "But art and self promotion/do not promise to be/pristine". We are all bearing ourselves in our writing. I find myself feeling empathy and understanding for so many that I do not know through the process. Through that process I'm learning more about myself.

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  5. Each day I participate in the Slice of Life I live your lines "But art and self promotion/do not promise to be/pristine". We are all bearing ourselves in our writing. I find myself feeling empathy and understanding for so many that I do not know through the process. Through that process I'm learning more about myself.

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