Hora was a different twenty-year-old. Of course, she was exactly what no one wanted her to be - the creative kid. She lived in a weird city where everyone had latin names and strict destinies. It was believed that it was important to only do what was expected of you to set examples for other worlds, if there were any. Her name was latin for....
So, Gillette came up with an advertisement with the intentions of making us better men. It was gender-oriented and asked us, men, to hold other men accountable for their actions. A great move and a beautiful video. But the comments section was flooded with hurt egos of toxic masculinity. I'm here with some stories to hurt or heal more egos of toxic men.
This poem is for everyone who had lost something from their own body. For those whose skin has burnt away or soul has taken residence in a cold closet. This is also for everyone else. All of us need to hear this. It goes something like this - "I cannot begin to imagine...."
Roller-coasters and unopened books, what a world this has become.
I have a few questions. How terrible must a world be for innocents to die and rogues to live? How terrible must a world be for just two words to be able to sum it up? "Me too." How terrible must a world be for hearts to be broken and promises alike? How terrible must … Continue reading Earth.