Sunday, March 15, 2009

good luck.

This is for the current challenge over at Category Stories ("I'm lucky") and I hope you play along.

This looks like such a simple little layout but it really means a lot to me.

Lately I've been thinking a lot about the amount of violence in our world, and how much of it is directed toward women by people who claim to love them, people they are supposed to be able to trust.


I am pretty sure that Rihanna being beat up brought this to the forefront of my mind again. But sometimes I feel as though it's 'open season' on women. There are many problems that keep this cycle going.

One of the problems is that it's seen as shameful and that it's supposed to be hush hush, a dirty little secret. It's hard to relate to a woman when the victim doesn't have a face or a relationship with you. It's easier to wonder what she might have done to provoke the abuse (or the "situation", which seems to be the catch-all, no-blame term lately).


So I give you this layout. I was in an abusive relationship. And I got out. I was lucky. Some women try to get out and can't. Some women are too terrified of the threats that their children will be hurt. Some really believe that it won't happen again. And some get out only on paper, and live a life of fear and sometimes of eventual murder.


And I thought about deleting all of this (as you read this, I bet I'm still thinking of it). I thought about the possible repercussions. And then I thought about you being able to put a face to this. And I changed my mind. Here's my face. I did nothing out of the ordinary of a human relationship to "provoke it" and it happened. If my face is your face, seek help so that you can get out and you can live.


Good Luck by Counting Crows
Larry's in Vegas with some chick from L.A.
The best things are sevens; the sex is just okay
"So please stay," she says,
"Just stay."
cause there's a show at eleven
The drinks are all free
Maybe you can do better for yourself
But not me
So please stay, keep me company
All the while thinking this is the good luck
He stays with her most of the time
It takes time to make these machines run
And people are so unkind
Gets kind of nervous
When it used to be hard
She takes the edges off evenings
In bedrooms and back seats of big cars
All the while thinking this is the good luck
He stays with her most of the time
It takes time to make these machines work
And people are so unkind
She looks in the mirror
To make sure she's here
She keeps disappearing and dreaming
Of movie stars, weddings
Nothing is happening
He tries not to notice
She thinks he doesn't care
Capture yourself in a jar
And just say there
Until you vanish to thin air
All the while thinking this is the good luck
He stays with her most of the time
But he ain't got time while she's riding in black cars
And pokes at the sky to see if he can make stars
And people are so unkind
People are so unkind
People are so unkind
People are so unkind . . .

3 comments:

Dolores said...

I love this layout!!!

Pinky said...

OK I freaking love this kick ass LO!

mindakims said...

I'm SOOOOOO glad you stood up and did this. So glad!