Dolly Writes

Journey of a growing woman

Month: July, 2015

I can show you God

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I can show you God

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

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Just thoughts and things to ponder on

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                                  I can show you God
The great search for God is fruitless for some.
I knew a woman from  Santa Cruz.  We sat together often drinking hot and tasty
coffee on the Santa Cruz boardwalk. Her heart was cold and dead.She  told me God is dead and forgotten.
We are just people struggling with no place to go or reasons to be alive.

I smiled and pointed to the sea.
I told her God is alive.
Look at the dancing sea.
The sun above us. Gifts for us from God.

God isn’t our master or guide.
Life is for us to decide.
She looked frustrated and asked.
Don’t God support to protect and save us?
Look at this world. War, murder, violence and dead-ends.”

I requested her to travel with me.
I…

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Rawness/Vulnerability

I came across this video a couple of days ago and it touched me deep down in my soul. In this day and age, it is difficult to find music that goes beyond the surface but when you do find it, it is gold. This song, this video, everything about it screams to me. Sometimes, when I see nudity in music videos, I am turned off but this video is just completely different. This is art. These people are being raw. They are being stripped to nothing because they are showing their souls. if my soul were to be reflected on my outer body, I would probably be naked. I am raw. I am vulnerable. I am not afraid to be seen for what I am. i can’t even help it even if I tried. I hate it some times. It annoys me that I cannot be cold or hide my feelings or shift it to the back burner.

However, I know that though I may have my shortcomings, bravery is not one of them. To be able to show myself even when I know that I may get hurt, that is not the easiest thing in the world. This video is me. That is who I am. That is my soul speaking out through the words of someone else.

And oh, how I love the sound of it

People disappoint!

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When I become a mother, one thing I would let my children know from the moment they are born is that, I am not perfect. I have made mistakes – lots of them and every now and then, I still tend to make poor decisions. That way, they know that it is okay and it is alright and that making mistakes don’t make you a bad person – it only means that you are human.

There are people in my life that I have idolised and admired and I have admired some of them because they seemed perfect. They seemed like they have never made any mistakes and they seemed like they would be disappointed in me if they find out that I have made some poor decisions. However, I realised later that they themselves, have made some really terrible mistakes and I am disappointed – not because they made mistakes but because they seemed perfect in my eyes.

I think one reason I greatly admire Maya Angelou is because she is a woman who made so many mistakes earlier in her life and she has never been secretive about that. When she was just 16 years old, she got pregnant with her first child. Maya Angelou was like everyone’s grandma and she was a very wise woman. I still look up to her and sometimes I just go on youtube to listen to her speak. Knowing that she made some mistakes in her youth made me feel connected to her because I know that she was not just speaking from a place of judgement but from a place of experience. I know that she was not preaching on something she did not know and I know that if I made a mistake, she won’t have judged me. She would have told me that my mistake does not define me but where I go from there.

People tend to disappoint and that’s why the only person we can ever really idolise is God because he is perfect and makes no mistakes. I admire people that don’t have to hide the fact that they have made mistakes but show that you can learn from it.

Anyway, my whole point of this is that it is okay – Very okay – to make mistakes. We live and we learn. As humans, it is very easy to judge other people’s  mistakes. I won’t act like I don’t do it sometimes. However, let us remember that we have done some things and said some things that we are not proud of and we should ‘not judge someone because they sin differently from us.’

Real Men Don’t Hit Women

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i am so sad. I have no strength in me right now to even be angry. I am just heartbroken. So, this wonderful young woman named Emma Murphy shared this heartbreaking video on her Facebook page where she spoke about the abuse that she had endured from her former partner. Having two children with this man did not stop him from becoming a monster. My heart just hurts not just for her, but for every woman that has to endure any kind of abuse. It’s just not right.

I am glad that she had the strength to speak up, to share her story and to walk away. That takes real courage. People can judge when looking at a situation from the outside but when you’re in it, it’s a completely different story and so I am so proud that she had the strength to see that she is worth more than this.

Ladies, please we are strong and we don’t need anyone defining who we are because God has made us strong and beautiful. I also do realise that, though it’s not very common, some men do suffer abuse. I want to also use this medium to reach out to men in these situations and to say that you are worth so much more.

Real Men do not hit women. Let us raise awareness against domestic violence.

Hotlines

UK – nationaldomesticviolencehelpline.org.uk

US – the hotline.org (1-800-799-7233 )

AUSTRALIA – https://www.1800respect.org.au (1800 737 732)

Escape to Freedom

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I saw this heartbreaking speech on youtube by a young lady called, Yeonmi Park and I just had to share. We get too focused on our own lives sometimes and it is always good to just step out of our lives and realities and witness the realities of others around the world. it is important to support in the best way we can and I will try my best to bring more stories like this because I believe that these stories have to be told. You can read the transcript below.

I have to do this because this is not I am speaking. This is the people who wanted to tell the world what they want to say. 

North Korea is an unimaginable country. There is only one channel on TV. There is no internet. 

We aren’t free to sing, say, wear or think what we want. 

North Korea is the only country in the world that executed people for making unauthorised international phone calls.

North Koreans are being terrorised today.

When I was growing up in North Korea, I never saw anything about love stories between men and women. No books, no songs, no press, no movies about love stories. 

There is no Romeo and Juliet. Every story was propaganda to brainwash us about the Kim dictators. 

I was born in 1993 and I was abducted at birth even before I knew the words – freedom and human rights. 

North Koreans are desperately seeking and dying for freedom at this moment. 

When I was nine years old, I saw my friend’s mother publicly executed. Her crime: Watching a hollywood movie. 

Expressing doubt about the greatness of the regime can get three generations imprisoned or executed. 

When I was four years old, I was warned by my mother not to even whisper. The birds and mice couldn’t hear me. I admit it, I thought the North Korean dictator could read my mind. 

My father died in China after we escaped North Korea and I had to bury him at 3 a.m in secret. 

I was 14 years old. I couldn’t even cry. I was afraid to be sent back to North Korea. 

The day I escaped North Korea, I saw my mother raped. The rapist was a Chinese broker. He targeted me. I was 13 years old. 

There is a saying in North Korea: “Women are weak but mothers are strong.”

My mother allowed herself to be raped in order to protect me.

North Korean refugees, about 300, 000 are vulnerable in China. 

70% of North Korean women and teenage girls are being victimised; Sometimes sold for as little as $200.

We walked across the Gobi desert, following a compass. When that stopped working, we followed the stars to freedom. I felt only the stars were with us.

Mongolia was our freedom moment. Death or dignity. Armed with knives, we were prepared to kill ourselves if we were going to be sent back to North Korea. We wanted to live as humans. 

People often ask me: “How can we help North Koreans?” There are many ways, but I would like to mention three for now. 

One: Educate yourself so you can raise awareness about human crisis in North Korea. 

Two: Help and support North Korean refugees who are trying to escape to freedom. 

Three: Petition China to stop repatriation. We have to shed light on the darkest place in the world.

It isn’t just North Korean human rights. It’s our rights that North Korean dictators have violated for seven decades. 

We need governments around the world to put more pressure on China to stop repatriation. 

In particular, Chinese delegates of One Young World can play a part by speaking out. 

North Korea is indescribable.No humans deserve to be oppressed just because of their birthplace. 

We need to focus less on the regime and more on the people who are being forgotten. 

One Young World, we are the ones who will make them visible. Fellow delegates, please join me as we make this a global movement to free North Koreans. 

When I was crossing the Gobi desert, scared of dying, I thought nobody in this world cared. It seemed that only the stars were with me. 

But you have listened to my story. 

You have cared. Thank you very much. 

When Did I Grow Up?

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I watched Ed Sheeran’s ‘Photograph’ video and it made me feel a whole lot of emotions. It brought tears to my eyes because you see a transition take place. At the start, he is just a little innocent baby with no cares in the world and then, you see him grow older and finally he has become this rockstar with thousands of people lining up to hear him sing.

Funny enough, my sister called me today and she said: “I have to start making all these decisions and it’s like when did that happen?” and I told her that she is right. I said: “I feel the same way. Wasn’t it just yesterday that I was taking my lunchbox to school and now, I have to start making all these future decisions.

I wish I knew when it happened because I have no idea when it took place. When did I start to feel the weight of the world on my shoulders? When did I start to feel hurt? When? because for the life of me, I cannot remember. All I know is that, I woke up one morning and I realised that i was grown.

Now, all I can do is hope that my decisions from here on out are the right ones.