Monday, June 29, 2015

This is Our Voice!




As I sit here processing the news that two of the three poets accounts that were suspended on Twitter for no apparent reason are now free, I am humbled by the way the poet community came together to fight for one of their own. 

I wonder sometimes if good really does triumph over evil, as we have been told. I’m not sure if it does, but one thing I do know is that right is right, and it is worth fighting for. If we stand back and take a wait-and-see attitude, then we join the ranks of wrong. 

I admit that I am passionate and often jump in without thinking, but when I see an injustice, I just can’t be quiet. There are just somethings that I cannot be quiet about. This was one of them.

The issue here is that we have the right of freedom of expression. It is spelled out clearly in the First Amendment – not the 14th, not the 27h, but the First! It was the very first amendment to the Constitution written by the founding fathers, and in my opinion, it is the most important right of all and leads the way to the remaining 26 rights. 

As a Journalism and Political Science student on the cusp of graduating with double degrees, I have studied the First Amendment extensively. And it specifically gives the right of Freedom of Expression and is a right that I will fight for. Yes, even for those with whom I disagree. Because that is my right too.

When we stand back and allow this right to be violated, regardless of the circumstances, we let others dictate our voice. What I have to say may offend someone else, but it is my right to say it. What you say may offend me, but it is your right to say it.

Where is the line drawn? When speech becomes bullying with the intent to hurt and harm! That is where the line must be drawn. But the big question here is one that comes before our Supreme Court often. What was the intent, and did the speech cause hurt with that intent? 

That is another blog of its own, and one I will leave alone for now. After all, I have a final paper to write today discussing Communism and China’s government. Go figure, right?

So, what I want to say here is that I am so appreciative of the poet community on Twitter. When I heard what happened to one poet’s account, I knew I had to tell the world. I did, and the response was overwhelming. Poet after poet, and followers-of-poets after followers-of-poets jumped in and flooded their timelines with the #FreeOurPoetsNow hashtag and bombarded the Twitter support account asking why poets were suspended but bullies and those that write harmful messages are allowed free access.

We had a small win today. Two of the three were reinstated – we are still waiting for the third. Why so much for three accounts? Well, even one account is too many. If those that use their freedom to bully and cause harm are allowed to say what they have to say, then those that use their freedom to write of love, hurt, pain, and emotions have to be allowed the same. And so, we have won a small battle, but the fight still continues until we know we are safe to use our freedom of expression right without fear of suspension or reprisal. And until we know that those that have the intent to cause harm are held to the same standards, we must continue to question and raise awareness. 


This is our voice, and our voice must be strong! Our voice must not be silenced – not even for one.

Thursday, June 18, 2015

Misery Does NOT Love Company

I am convinced that there are people who enjoy their story of misery and replay it over and over until it is such an engrained part of their life that to see others happy is something that must be torn down and destroyed.

I get it! I get sad and lonely and fearful and miserable myself. And watching other people’s happiness is sometimes just too much to bear. But I draw the line in writing veiled words through my poetry to tear someone down. I draw the line writing innuendoes of bitterness and anger. 

To those who seem to need to perpetuate their own story of misery and project it on me? You have no idea of what I have endured at the hands of others. You have no idea what obstacles I have overcome to be me today. 

That doesn’t matter, though. Want to know why? Because I have risen out of my story stronger and willing to fight for what I love and fight to be me. 

So, you can wallow in your own self misery and cry to your poor-me-look-what-I-have-to-live-with words of pity. As for me? I choose to live strong, love powerful, love freely, and love me!



~CWylde © 2015