The Blemished Rose

I feel the need to write a post today due to the injustice that continues to happen in the world. The recent UK scandal involving Jimmy Savile is sickening, not only the way he abused his power and took advantage of vulnerable children, but also the fact that many people turned a blind eye. I believe that anyone who knows of abuse taking place but doesn’t intervene, should also be blamed for the wrongdoing; they are accomplices in a crime. My aunt, for example, knew I was abused but let it continue year after year. I blame her for not having the courage to confront her brother or report him. I really feel for the hundreds of people who were abused by Savile years ago but I admire their strength for coming forward. I only hope that they are compensated with the earnings that the criminal didn’t deserve. I also respect Savile’s family for removing his gravestone. In turn, it has made me angry to think that some of my family paid for a headstone for my abuser. I do not believe he, or ...

lilies floating in a pond their uniformity creates a carpet of green yet one pad has grown double the size a shade darker than its peers resembling a frog in its bloated state, thinking it’s so great two things can pass; praise or push for although lilies come in various shades and forms this one is a prince assuming a king’s role the lily must exhale warm the others with its hot air share but not gloat for a lily will not float if it’s like a balloon of lead one fine day another may be king and remind that lily of its non-regal traits, that reality awaits for the lilies it may meet as it flows upstream may also be there when it drowns