And We Are To Blame by mangoesandyogurt, literature
Literature
And We Are To Blame
We are to blame,
Stillbirths, infertile women, the deaths of our children
Hands that turn to us,
Arms wide for food we cannot offer,
For it has died,
By the same hands
And we are to blame.
We are to blame,
An earth melting in our hands,
Strangling us,
Killing us the way we have killed it,
For although it dies,
It takes us with it,
And we are to blame.
We are to blame,
Children with asthma, sickness, death,
Killing our futures,
Taking what we love the most,
Just as we did to it,
And we are to blame.
Through sickness,
Through health,
In rich and in poor,
Nature has been here for us,
Yet we have failed her.
And now we wi
Taken: Chapter One by mangoesandyogurt, literature
Literature
Taken: Chapter One
"Mom!" Judy yelled as she entered the room. "You won't believe what happened!"
"More problems with Darren, Miss Jetson?" Rosey asked as she 'stepped' into the room.
Judy chuckled slightly at the robotic maid's ignorance as she dropped onto the sofa. She sighed as the dog, Astro, jumped onto her lap. She stroked the animal, breathing in the welcoming scent of dog shampoo and window cleaner (although, where the window cleaner scent came from had always been quite a mystery). Judy looked up from the animal to find the robotic maid with a quizzical expression (if that was even possible).
"Rosey, Darren was four boys ago," Judy explained as she
Simple Nightmares chapter 3 by mangoesandyogurt, literature
Literature
Simple Nightmares chapter 3
The boy spills to me his story.
His father had also abandoned his mother at his birth. His mother, unlike mine, abandoned him. He's lived his life in an orphanage and just recently ran away.
In return for his story, I gave him mine. From my drunken mother to my missing father. I spilled my whole story to him and he nodded as if understanding.
"How long have you been on the streets?" he asks me.
"Only a few days," I answer. "And you?"
"Three weeks."
We walk in silence for a few minutes, simply taking in the peace.
Then, from nowhere, jumps a strange horse-rooster animal, neighing wildly. It charges towards us in a strange mixture of gal
Simple Nightmares Chapter 2 by mangoesandyogurt, literature
Literature
Simple Nightmares Chapter 2
I run forward because running back is not an option. Running back means returning to my mother. Running back means returning to my old life. This is something I refuse to do.
Although on the streets, life is better here than it was at home. I've practically been living off of food scraps that I find in dumpsters behind restaurants. The food isn't good but its food. If it's keeping me alive then it's good enough.
But is that what I really want? Do I really want to live?
Yes. I have some sort of purpose, no matter what it may be.
I drag myself over to the Mc Donald's dumpster. I feel around for food, anything at all to kill the pain in my s
And We Are To Blame by mangoesandyogurt, literature
Literature
And We Are To Blame
We are to blame,
Stillbirths, infertile women, the deaths of our children
Hands that turn to us,
Arms wide for food we cannot offer,
For it has died,
By the same hands
And we are to blame.
We are to blame,
An earth melting in our hands,
Strangling us,
Killing us the way we have killed it,
For although it dies,
It takes us with it,
And we are to blame.
We are to blame,
Children with asthma, sickness, death,
Killing our futures,
Taking what we love the most,
Just as we did to it,
And we are to blame.
Through sickness,
Through health,
In rich and in poor,
Nature has been here for us,
Yet we have failed her.
And now we wi
Taken: Chapter One by mangoesandyogurt, literature
Literature
Taken: Chapter One
"Mom!" Judy yelled as she entered the room. "You won't believe what happened!"
"More problems with Darren, Miss Jetson?" Rosey asked as she 'stepped' into the room.
Judy chuckled slightly at the robotic maid's ignorance as she dropped onto the sofa. She sighed as the dog, Astro, jumped onto her lap. She stroked the animal, breathing in the welcoming scent of dog shampoo and window cleaner (although, where the window cleaner scent came from had always been quite a mystery). Judy looked up from the animal to find the robotic maid with a quizzical expression (if that was even possible).
"Rosey, Darren was four boys ago," Judy explained as she
Simple Nightmares chapter 3 by mangoesandyogurt, literature
Literature
Simple Nightmares chapter 3
The boy spills to me his story.
His father had also abandoned his mother at his birth. His mother, unlike mine, abandoned him. He's lived his life in an orphanage and just recently ran away.
In return for his story, I gave him mine. From my drunken mother to my missing father. I spilled my whole story to him and he nodded as if understanding.
"How long have you been on the streets?" he asks me.
"Only a few days," I answer. "And you?"
"Three weeks."
We walk in silence for a few minutes, simply taking in the peace.
Then, from nowhere, jumps a strange horse-rooster animal, neighing wildly. It charges towards us in a strange mixture of gal
Simple Nightmares Chapter 2 by mangoesandyogurt, literature
Literature
Simple Nightmares Chapter 2
I run forward because running back is not an option. Running back means returning to my mother. Running back means returning to my old life. This is something I refuse to do.
Although on the streets, life is better here than it was at home. I've practically been living off of food scraps that I find in dumpsters behind restaurants. The food isn't good but its food. If it's keeping me alive then it's good enough.
But is that what I really want? Do I really want to live?
Yes. I have some sort of purpose, no matter what it may be.
I drag myself over to the Mc Donald's dumpster. I feel around for food, anything at all to kill the pain in my s
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