*Inclusion: the action or state of including
Deontra' Demeritte

Inclusion: the action or state of including
or being included within a group or structure

Solution: a means of solving a problem or
dealing with a difficult situation


Now, is ‘inclusion’ the ‘solution’?

Is confiding not always in yourself,
but being able to confide in people you trust:
a group,
a team,
not an impeccably simple way to solve complications?

Some people that dwell in isolation
succumb to despondency and desolation
and invariably,
wrap themselves in a costume of facades.
Inclusion eradicates these issues.

We as humans
want answers to our questions,
resolutions to our complications;
a myriad of different perspectives
can quickly enlighten and open the eyes
of those who truly seek a solution.

Solution to what?
Solutions to those “impossible questions”,
Solutions to those “exasperating situations” we can’t seem to get out,
Solutions to those “family troubles”
"relationship troubles",
"work troubles",
most importantly,
those “social problems”.

Inclusion is no secret,
it’s the biggest weapon we as people have.
Inclusion gives all of its users the power
to control.
Inclusion is power,
the real wealth beneath our skins.
With inclusion,
we have the solution.

(d.b.d.)

Matteo Pullicino
Matteo Pullicino
Oct 30, 2015

A heavy word many aren't able to carry

intruding light
has corrupted
black night's
real character.

What's good, what's bad
is altering something from
the original nature, justified
even if in the name of development?
Tanisha Jackland
Tanisha Jackland
Dec 30, 2015

I reach  
into you
searching for
something familiar

We have forgotten
we were
once inseparable

All of us
collectively
singular
rising out of  
the great expanse

We’ll live again
like the stars
born again
on the
horizon

We are stardust.
#love   #acceptance   #caring   #mama   #loving   #your   #papa   #empathetic   #inclusive  
Ellie
Ellie
Dec 16, 2014

Wednesdays and Fridays:
The only days I jump out of bed
Filled with
happiness.
Passion.
Patience.
Excitement.
I walk into the classroom,
Trade my sadness for a dose of jubilance.
I feel alive again.

A dozen 3 year olds swarm the room,
the melting pot.
Labels such as: typical, Downs syndrome, autistic, deaf
Come together to morph into a magical classroom.
“The Tree House Room”.
Differences are not feared in the eyes of these little humans,
They are
embraced.
Accepted.
Loved.

These are the days I live for.

The changing guests, each in a different mood,
Sit at the roadside table and arise:
And every life among them in likewise
Is a soul’s board set daily with new food.
What man has bent o’er his son’s sleep, to brood
How that face shall watch his when cold it lies?—
Or thought, as his own mother kissed his eyes,
Of what her kiss was when his father wooed?

May not this ancient room thou sit’st in dwell
In separate living souls for joy or pain?
Nay, all its corners may be painted plain
Where Heaven shows pictures of some life spent well;
And may be stamped, a memory all in vain,
Upon the sight of lidless eyes in Hell.

Charise Clarke
Jun 12, 2010

A cat stalks amongst stalks;
monkeys like old men, fingers unpick
your banana hands, curious and careful.
Too much expression.
Don’t worry, have a curry.
And from a coach window glimpses of a land
where a skeleton boy sleeps or lies dead under palm.
And the red earth chokes.
Follow the waterfall to mango pickle
down river to a jungle boogie rhythm
you ain’t ever heard before.
Cobra skins and coy carp,
the sound of cicadas amasses.
A stand still in traffic, its ‘crush’ hour
its okay to beep even if it will never get you anywhere.
A treasure trove of trinkets, a myriad of jewels.
All you see is money,
all I see is you wanting money.
Dusty rags from sandy bags, the face of
desperation is ugly.
Temples carved into caves
as markets coloured like an artist’s palette.

An elephant’s eyes say more than this poem could.

Brent Fisher
Brent Fisher
Dec 30, 2015

Father went into the world and shared himself,
raised by the good book, by hook or crook,
took on the task to help another in need.

Not an unkind word was spoken of him,
no doubt, no question was made of his measure.
his voice was treasured, love was his creed.

Came from that nostalgic, older form of magic,
where a man's vow held potency and allowed
luxury of trust; countenance considered currency.

In a time with no words or name for outcast,
he embraced the tragically lost, those who by fate
were allotted the role of alien, or other.

I was a Charleston boy, born and raised,
so I know folks would sometimes whisper,
not all grand deeds were praised, or welcome.

He'd hide it from me, but I knew that it hurt.
His dazed heart would stumble, and falter.
But he'd soldier on, then walk on water.

I asked once what drove him to these ends.
Answered me as I always knew he would,
tapped his nose, grinned, and simply said,

"to do good."

#love   #good   #happiness   #help   #acceptance   #unity   #inclusion  
13
13
May 4, 2014

It consists of this,
all of it and none
I found solace in that
which I could not hold
but only cherish as fond memoirs
of a terrible moment in time

Never full, never empty
it turned into an addiction
derogation of the unwise, with no premise
bawls and shrieks have no place here
this is silent lucidity capsized
hundreds of expressions explaining one thing
one thing that explains it all

Destination: lost
with no means to propel the self
into a promising new day,
pray tell, what will break down the wall
self loathing and misanthropy creates
alone in a crowd, here, but far away
none of it is that important anyway

The smile stealer, grin eater
mood killer, running short of edification
It's never alone; in bed with misery
the smallest things distress
the grandest of thoughts
wanting reprieve, searching escape
as if you could
die and stain pride?

No

Cowardice is lower than this
not worse, just pathetic
but please, ignore my terrible advocacy,
everything is half off today
I'm feeling generous.

Posted on October 28, 2013
#sad   #morbid   #despair   #rant   #dissapointment   #grim  
 
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