Pemerintah Indonesia secara terang-terangan melakukan pemerasan dan perampasan terhadap sumber kekayaaan di tanah Papua. Masyarakat Papua kerap dihalangi dalam menentukan taraf hidupnya, mereka dibenturkan dengan kebijakan yang justru bertentangan dengan kebiasaan hidup masyarakat Papua. Bentuk menghalan-halangi masyarakat Papua untuk bertanggung jawab dan menentukan kehidupannya sendiri merupakan sebuah bentuk penindasan yang ditutupi dengan iming-iming kesejahteraan palsu.

Hal ini hendak menggambarkan campur tangan pemerintah Indonesia dalam mencampuri fitrah ontologi penentuan nasib masyarakat Papua. Hingga kini pemerintah Indonesia melakukan tindakan yang semakin memperlihatkan penindasan terhadap masyarakat Papua. Mereka dituduh makar, ditakuti-takuti, diteror bahkan hingga dibunuh!

Pemerintah Indonesia layak menyandang julukan "si kejam" atas tindakannya selama ini kepada masyarakat Papua. Pemerintah Indonesia yang dengan kekuasaannya melahirkan orang - orang yg terhempas dari kehidupannya sendiri.

Bagaimana bisa masyarakat Papua memulai kehidupan yang bebas, sedangkan mereka adalah hasil dari kekejaman itu sendiri?

Bagaimana mungkin mereka mendukung suatu tindakan yang membawa mereka kepada kehidupan yang terindas?

72 years. Thats how long true love lasts. Well I like to think it lasts longer. I don’t know that for sure yet but I’d like to some day. Together since age fourteen and sixteen, I think thats pretty impressive. A different time. Which ***** because so much of ‘love’ nowadays revolves around lust. Which is more physical than emotional. So then I wonder how can they throw the word love around, whilst throwing themselves around. Oh the irony
Well I thought I loved someone once. Eight months, with probably triple that amount in fights. Though we fought it came easy to us. I guess thats more than I can say then the couples that were around us. But it was too hard. Hearing what he really thought about me. Not good enough. Too far away. Like I was so object only to be attained, to be shown off. Like a prize. Well I stopped being that object the same day he decided he didn’t love me
That’s what also ***** about this generation. There isn’t just a relationship or single there is: Talking, talking talking, flirt texting, couple dates talking, occasionally hook up talking, got drunk that one time at a party and now things are awkward talking. Then there’s: Having a thing, kind of together, pretty much together but not official, pretty much together but not Facebook official, together, and too many more.  
We can’t go two seconds with out Facebook stalking, texting, IMing, calling, or being together without fights, or assumptions about unfaithfulness. People are treated as objects and love it because someone, somewhere is paying attention to them and making them feel special. Generation X. Who can’t stop worrying about all their ex’s. More like generation disappointment.

We as people should try our hardest to be our best. Our generation is fading... We are stuck on stupid. Not to be offensive , but yes, we are. We are surrounded by things that eat at our knowledge like vultures on a carcass. Tweeting, Facebooking, Myspacing, and IMing. I admit it, I am a victim of this social crime, but I am beginning to realize that  we are not using our brains like those before us had to. What happened to reading and writing?  Why do we think we can just do everything on our Iphones now?  I know we are now becoming a technological era, but do we really have to do EVERYTHING this way?



Ok. On to the next rant.



Why is it okay for everyone to speak like they have not had any home training? Excuse me, some haven't but, you could at least try to improve yourself. I don't think I'm better than anyone because I have a better vocabulary or even because I was raised to speak with correct grammar and enunciate my words. I do admit I don't speak "proper" all the time; I joke around, but that's the keyword: "joke"  I don't care about the idiots that say "Oh, she's 'trying to be white'  "  I am content with that, even though I'm not trying to be anything but myself. I am content with them saying that because at least I will have an opportunity to do something with my vocabulary and my way of speaking. Maybe some people should try it.



Hmm.. What else?



Oh! Boy don't let me forget about the "hood" life thing. Okay, "little gangster" , is your "mob" going to help you get a job?  Believe me, writing "crip gang" on your job application is NOT going to help you. Those people do not care what hood you are repping when you come in for an interview. They barely care about your name... Get with the program people!! Also, ladies, it is not cute to try to be in a gang or even trying to do "hood" things... LIVE OUTSIDE OF YOUR STEREOTYPE!  My black people... some of you, about 59%, are making those stereotypes stick.  I am sooo tired of seeing black people gang banging, fighting, killing each other, skipping class, smoking, drinking, getting pregnant, and etc.  Come on guys, we are a great nation of people.. We should improve, not get worse. We are already a minority. Our people DIED to get us where we are today. Take advantage of what we have.. Education, rights, freedom(somewhat), and opportunity. Don't blame the whites or Mexicans because you can't get off YOUR *** to do YOUR job. Please...

I was going to read my friend’s play
during eighth period
I read the character’s page
then I saw Mike walk in…
and I got distracted

I was trying to do my equine homework
but MSN was on
and Mike was IMing me
I typed that there was work to do…
and I got distracted

Sitting in the senior lounge
I smell the French Toast
that they sell on Wednesdays
I try to pay attention
to what my friends are saying
but the delicious sweetness
wafts through to my nose
and I get distracted

FaceBook is an addiction
“you are a FaceBook *****.”
that’s me
I was doing my homework
on the computer
but there were ponies on FaceBook
and I got distracted

I try not to let it happen
I try to do my work
but there’s always that little detail
that catches my eye
and I get distracted.

talking to my friends
trying to have a serious conversation
never works
because I tune it out
and I get distracted

I sat down to think about
and write this poem
but I got… wait… what?