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Does Atticus’ Poetry Promote Self Harm

Recently a piece written by the poet known as ATTICUS came under attack by several fellow writers online. The subject matter written was that of a female who used cutting as a way to self-harm. I saw at least four poets, and writers, along with their followers tearing the post apart on Instagram as glorifying self-harm. Their stance seemed to think readers, especially younger, more impressionable young girls, would use it as a way to be ‘seen’ and accepted.

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I touched on it with my fan base and followers of my Facebook page shortly after it occurred. The overwhelming majority of those I had conversations with were in agreement with each other and myself, in that it was not trying to glorify self-harm.

I had read the piece before and never thought of it as giving cutting a glamorous spin. To be honest, the last line hit me with a resounding ‘WOW’.

Unfortunately, most of what I read in the way of an argument against the writer wasn’t focused on just the piece at hand, but rather more personal; not that it’s unwarranted. Atticus is one of the more well-known poets emerging from social media exposure. He has also been in the spotlight for being unoriginal, and on several occasions found to have just used other writer’s quotes as his own by simply changing a word or two.

What also seemed to be a theme among the criticism was Atticus’ writing from a female perspective.  As writers, we give our words countless voices, including those of the opposite gender.  I am just as OK with female writers who choose to write in a male voice as most writers try to relate their words to others. I write in both voices, I think it’s what makes most of my writing universally acceptable; whether male or female. I do it on purpose. I do it with conscious thought because we all hurt the same way. We all have loved, lost, tried again, possibly failed again, but still believe in love and all the good life has to offer.

Let me get back on track with the main focus of what’s being discussed – the piece.

The darkness and numbness one must experience to self-harm have to be incredible. From what I understand of it, those who truly experience it are looking for anything to FEEL. Anything that will tie them to ‘normal’. My personal stance on the piece is it does not glamorize or glorify the act of cutting but rather tries to explain to the reader just WHY this particular someone may cut themselves. Although, I can certainly understand the opinions of those concerned because there are some out there trying to fit in at any cost. If a tender mind should read those lines, I understand how they may misconstrue the last line as being something great and wonderful rather than the crying out it truly is.

What’re your thoughts? Drop them in the comments below.

If you are hurting or if someone you know may be hurting themselves, visit The Trevor Project for hotline information and places to find assistance.

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We Can Never Forget the History of Pearl Harbor

On the morning of December 7, 1941, as many of the men and women stationed there slept in their beds the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor. When the attack, which lasted just over 2 hours was finally over, 2,402 had lost their lives and another 1,282 were wounded. As news spread to the states it came as a complete shock to an entire nation. In FDR’s speech declaring war against Japan on December 8, 1941, he spoke the words that still echo today ; ‘December 7th, 1941 — a date which will live in infamy’ – and as a nation mourned it also prepared to go into battle against the Japanese Empire.

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Remembering September 11 as a New Yorker

Remembering September 11

Growing up and living an hour north of New York City, I was always very fond of Manhattan and its unmistakable skyline. The views at night were breathtaking. I can’t tell you how many days I spent with my neck kinked upward taking in the massive Twin Towers as I stood on the sidewalk below.

On that fateful day I stood in horror, just as countless others did, watching the events of the morning of September 11, 2001 unfold. I was in my living room in front of the television, unable to sit, when the first tower fell. I knew at that very moment, the world would never be the same. Life as we knew it was over. I shook from the shock of seeing such a sight. Our great city was burning and its children had been taken. My thoughts immediately went to all those I knew that worked in the city, commuted into and out of WTC using the transit system below it and all those in the NYFD and NYPD; both family and friends.

Terrorists plotted against us in hopes that we would crumble much like the towers. But all their actions did was stir a sleeping giant. Hatred for our way of life and prosperity had caused the death of 2,966 people (not including 19 terrorists) that morning. At the end of the day, I knew 7 innocent men and women that lost their lives in the most horrific day this country has seen in my living years. The rubble had fallen. The smoke had risen. Hearts were broken. Hope was lost. But pride in being American, reached immeasurable heights.

Today, as we go about our lives, think about all the beauty that surrounds us on a daily basis. Think about all that has changed in how we view the world. Tell a loved one how much you care for them. Hold your children a second longer. Most of all, take a moment and remember all the lives that were impacted that sunny September day and how the innocence we lost caused a nation to unite.

Through all the darkness, there is light.