Where is safe?

I’m exhausted with the news lately. Why is it not safe to be anywhere?

Your homes, your workplaces, your schools, your churches.

Where is safe now?

I don’t know how it feels to travel across to ocean, to go to the promised land, to get a new life.

I don’t know how it feels when your house is tore down and the only way you can save yourself and your family is to jump onboard a boat.

I don’t know how it feels living somewhere people don’t speak your language, even when you pronounced everything correctly.

There are assaults on people of colour every day, every where.

A Korean girl almost got hit on the street in Germany just because of her skin.

They made fun of her face, her eyes, her voice, her roots.

7 Asian women who are younger than my mum were killed by a 21 year old horny white guy. Sexually frustrated? Oh please, he did it because he wanted to. How about that for a reason?

I’m sick of all these news and they kept coming.

International Women’s day was just a week ago and now we all had to suffer from women killings.

Some women and men thought of feminists nowadays are being too spoiled to cook, to clean, to cater. A Vietnamese women spokesperson went online and shamed the women who think they don’t belong in the kitchen.

Instead of fighting together, we are fighting each other.

So instead of respecting who we are as human, they picked up the guns and shoot us. Most of the time, they don’t shoot with bullets. Sometimes, with words. Sometimes, with a fist. Sometimes, with a stare. Sometimes, just by thinking.

t.l.