Poking a bit of fun at my own countrymen.
Sometimes, I get upset with certain things…
Today is the first of advent again, and here is a poem to contemplate on.
Some musing on this old tradition, as I perceive it here in my home country. Continue reading
I’m fairly happy with this one, trying to encapsulate the mood of the place.
I felt compelled to write this thing, based on the popularity of certain characters in comics and movies.
Imagine that you are a young woman, walking through your neighborhood, the place you have lived for all of your life. Perhaps you’ve had moments when you haven’t felt completely safe, all women go through that now and then especially at night, but nothing you have experienced thus far prepared you for the man that suddenly walks up to you, slams your head into a nearby car and yells racial slurs at you, telling you that you don’t belong here.
This thing happened to a young woman in a suburb to Stockholm, Sweden this past Friday. What was her only crime?
She wore an Islamic headscarf, or hijab.