"The landlord doesn’t care how much furniture you’ve sold this month."
I normally go into my conversations with a set of proven questions to ask, that I find will elicit a wide variety of anecdotes from people’s lives: happiest moment, saddest moment, things like that. But with people fleeing war, it is absolutely impossible to discuss anything beyond the present moment. Their circumstances are so overpowering, there is absolutely zero room in their minds for any other thoughts. The conversation immediately stalls, because any topic of conversation beyond their present despair seems grossly inappropriate. You realize that without physical security, no other layers of the human experience can exist. “All day they do is cry for home,” she told me. (Dohuk, Iraq)
"They" say you have to give love to receive love and I am forced to think of all the love I have given that did not get returned. My love is an over due movie that you now own yet did not pay for. And I can send karmic collection agencies to threaten you but "they" say forgive and forget. So I tuck it neatly in a box sitting in a mental closet labeled "irrelevant" and look toward the future for a hope that was once spelled with the letters of your name. Until you decide that you have not taken enough from me, and me, having forgiven and forgotten the sharp pangs that rattle and wrack my wretched body and soul, I allow you back in. "They" say it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, so I choose love every time the decision arrises to allow myself to be vulnerable to another person or close my heart and stay on safe sidewalks never wandering into unknown trails just as you have. "They" compare love to flowers, water and fire, convincing me it is something beautiful and wonderful that no one can live without, but here I am, 5 years loveless and still my tragedy continues on. I don’t know who "these" people are and why they think they have the right to spew misconception upon the hopeful ears of children but after years of this vicious cycle the one conclusion I have drawn is FUCK "THEM."
”..back to school shopping costs an average of $603 for elementary and secondary school or $808 for college…”
Wonder if I’ll ever make enough money to have children.