Depersonalizing and Derealizing away from your life.

A mental disease differs from a mental condition is that it brings harm to the person in more destructive ways. Depersonalization/Derealization Disorder (or DDD) is known to be a rare and a definite source of difficulties. I, JN, have been studying it for a class called Disease. We learned about different diseases, both physically and mentally. We also learned about parts of the human brain, as well as the human body in the previous terms. For an assignment, we had to research a certain mental disease. Then we had to create a simulation of said disease so that people can experience the illness as best as possible. The struggle that I had found with this assignment finding away to create the "out of body" experience my chosen. However, what I am the proudest of is gaining the information needed for this project. I hope that you learn more about this disease after reading/viewing this blog.

DDD is an out of body experience in which one literally sees themselves at a certain angle. This is extremely traumatizing for the patient, as well as extremely rare. Underneath this text, there is more information stated on the disease. The flier is supposed to help those understand DDD better after the simulation.

Despite the disease being rare, there is enough data to show important facts for either the patient or their loved ones. Statistics have shown that most adults(in the US) have experienced a form of Depersonalization. However, at least 2% actually met the full criteria to be diagnosed. Another important information for DDD is that more women have suffered more with the disease than men. 

In certain parts of the flier, information can be spotted about the brain. Mainly, certain parts of the human brain that are affected by the disease. Not only that, but certain brain waves can happen while in a depersonalized state, mostly gamma and beta. If you don't know, brainwaves are states of mind in which one goes through depending on a situation. For this assignment, not only we had to create a simulation, but we also had to make a graph relating to what brainwaves one might feel.

After creating the graph, we then had to calculate piecewise functions for each line.  This way, you have the ability to see how far each line would go for every change.

As for the simulation itself, it had a very organized set up that was meant to be practiced before hand. The lesson plan has all the information needed including the time, items, and brainwaves predicted.

With the guidelines of this templet, I was able to create a video that follows at least 90% of the lesson plan through.




As you can see, it is a disease like no other. Even if you were to simulate the disease, it still could never be the full extent. DDD is terrible and rare disease, to the point where it is hard to simulate. In a certain youtube video, there was a girl who claimed had DDD in her early childhood and teens. She states the reason she is admitting to now is because a role model admitting to the disease before hand, in which the girl took inspiration. That she didn't want to do it before-hand "because I thought I get locked up". She talks about her experience through the video, and how it was traumatizing for her. She states in the middle of the she couldn't or " can't find joy in somethings." and that for normal people "You normally feel happiness or joy.”. She also states that it's somewhat of a silent disease, meaning that "Nobody knows”  and “You are the only person the knows it, and you are the only person that feels it.”.

In conclusion, DDD is a very harmful disease. Like all disease, it creates problems in one's self and family. The trouble I had creating this presentation was the simulation, which was harder than expected. I believe if I was more prepared, then the simulation would have been more affective. But it could never be extended to what the true disease is now. Still, I am glad that I learned about the disease, as well as this class.

Citations

American Psychiatric Association. Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders: DSM-IV-TR.

The Grand Question

Socrates(Father of Western Philosophy) was executed because the Athenians accused him of "tormenting/corrupting the youth". His trial was transcripted and later called "The Apology". He used what was known as the Socratic Method as a defense. The Socratic Method is a series of questions meant to contradict the opposing side in an argument so the other side could see the flaws in their own views . For his case, it was with one of the senators, Meletus, who accused Socrates. Socrates multiple times made Metelus contradict himself, as well as the Athenian government. He was unfairly executed, though his ideas and method will live on for centuries to come.

Hello everyone, my name is JN, and I am taking a class called Forbidden Books. In which we learned about the banning of books, why they were band, and very few philosophies. We had also gone to multiple Field Experiences, such being Women and Children First Bookstore. For one of our assignments, we had to act out the Socratic Method, and record it with a partner. Because I did not find a partner, I acted as both people. The main point of this video is to show the dangers of the Socratic Method, in which one could turn an the opposing side's argument against them. The trouble I had with creating this assignment was the recording during which I was interrupted multiple times. What I enjoyed about this was the characters and the conversation they had. Still, I hope you all enjoy my the video, as well as learn how the Socratic Method works.

      

  The grand Question from Death Kon on Vimeo.

 

Transcript of a Withering Diagnosed

When death comes at one's door, the worst effect might not be to the diagnosed, but rather to the people around her who must face the absence in their lives, especially when that person had a lasting impact. In some cases, it's always best to understand the disease rather than try to avoid it. That is what I am doing in my STEAM class called Disease. In it, we learned about certain body systems as well as certain disease that affect the body. We also learned about how to categorize a disease, and where they are placed in the world.

For this assignment, we had to categorize a disease from someone who we knew that was either a family member or a friend. Since I didn't know anyone who had a disease at the time, I thought the best course of action was to interview people who knew a relative that had the worst case of cancer/sickness in the past decade. Eventually, I decided it would be an aunt of mine, who died in 2010. The problems and struggles I found was trying to translate the piece, as well as trying categorize the best information. Still, I believe it was a successful audio, as well as a transcript/essay. I hope you all listen and enjoy.

Aunt Lida from Jeimar Neiza on Vimeo.

  

There can be manly systems in which the diagnosed could be affected by. Since it was stage VI, it would be possible that her cancer had left her original organs, and could enter into different organ systems. This includes organs in the digestive system and the respiratory system. The images below show where each organ in each body is in the system, and well as the name of the organs.

J.N, "Digestive System", Own Work, Created Feb 16, 2018

J.N, "Respiratory System" Own Work, Created Feb 16, 2018

Of course, it was believe that cancer had affected mainly the stomach and surrounding organs in the digestive system. Here is where the cancer spread.

J.N, "Cancer" own work, Created  Feb 16, 2018

In conclusion, there is a lot to be said about stomach cancer, and how it could affect one's self and one's relatives. We see that it isn't the happiest ride, and that there is a lot of emotional baggage when dealing with this. The problems I had with making this project with the construction of audio. There was a lot of good information that had to be cut do to time restrictions. There was also the transcript that was hard, considering that most of the interviewees spoke in spanish, so I had to translate through most of it. Still, I am proud of the work I had created, especially the video, and that whomever sees this will learn more about stomach cancer. 

Belsley S., “Stomach” Laparoscopic.MD, Web, Published: Unknown, Found: Feb 4, 2018 

“Causes, Risk Factors, and Prevention” The American Cancer Society, Web ,Published: Dec 1, 2017, Found: Feb 4, 2018 

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Found: Feb 4, 2018

Melker Emi. “How Gastric Cancer Affects Other Organs” Debbie's Dream Foundation, Web, Published: April 2, 2014

Found: Feb 4, 2018

“ Signs and Symptoms of Stomach Cancer” The American Cancer Society, Web ,Published: Dec 1, 2017, Found: Feb 4, 2018

“ Stomach cancer risk factors” Cancer Treatment Centers of America, Web, Published; Unknown, Found: Feb 4, 2018 

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Found: Feb 4, 2018

“What Is Stomach Cancer?” The American Cancer Society, Web ,Published: Dec 1, 2017, Found: Feb 4, 2018 

Migration to the Land

A poet is someone who speaks his or her mind in minimal words. A political poet is someone who  speaks for a community's ideals in his or her words. Hello, my name is J.N., and I am going to GCE and taking a class called Poetic Justice. What Poetic Justice teaches to my class is the history of how poems shaped the political arena today. From such things as feminism, racial laws, LGBT laws, and much more, we dived into it. We had gone on multiple FEs such as the Third World Press, the Poetry Foundation, and many more.

What we had to do for the entire term was to create/re-write a poem that certain around a political issue we wanted to face. For myself, it was immigration, and how it is an injustice to take people who never even knew Mexico back there. I had to rewrite the poem over and over, but in the end, it was acceptable. What I am most proud in this poem is the symbolism, and what I am least proud of is how there isn't many political devices. Still, I hope you listen and enjoy my performance.

Artist Statement

My topic is about immigration and the experience of having to relocate to another country. I have chosen one of the biggest immigration stories of 2017. Rosa Maria Hernandez, a disabled Hispanic child crossed the border for health reasons. After she had surgery, she was detained by two border patrol agents. Not only does my poem talk about Maria, but the events of the Dream Act. It tries to demonstrate the importance of trying to look at deportation in a more humane manner. This is related to my own life is with friends and family I know. My mother has friends who are immigrants. She and I have seen the effect of deportation to a family and to the community.

The poetic devices are imagery, rhyming, consonance, assonance, and alliteration. All of these having a significant meaning, with rhyming and connese allowing both the reader and performer to memorize the text easier with rhythm. The assonance makes a stanza flow better, as well as alliteration doing the opposite in order to make the performer sound more in worry/troubled. I wished I could have used devices such as simile, so it could enhanced the imagery which was used to keep the listeners interested/ image the events in a more symbolic way. The reason I didn’t use simile was because it wasn’t necessary do to all the imagery. Though, if I had to choose my favorite devices in my poem, it would be alliteration since I felt like most of this poems tone should be worry rather than anger. If I had more time, I would try to add more alliteration, as well as simile, to advance the poem in both mood and setting.

For my performance, I tried to give out a mood of anger/ worry because of the injustice. The tone reflects that with my facial features getting angrier, as well as certain body movements, mostly shown through my hands. The cadence of my voice calm, to anger, to calm. To be honest, I felt like a lot of my poem relied on anger, and I wished I expressed more worry. I can improve on my performance by trying a whole range of different emotions in order to show of better the intensity of the poem.

Migrations to the Land

A family from a place of limited resources
Came to the US, a country that wishes for same tongues and certain faces
With conservatives minds thinking the alien mind was dumb and culturally misplaced

The family had no choice, for they had a daughter who needed body braces
She was born broken, and her family believed she could be fixed,
She journeyed to the country of immigrants when she was just 3 months old
The family knew if they were found, they would be banished

They could have been taken, thrown, and shipped if it weren’t for a liberal pact
A knight dubbed Dream came to defend and Act
He defended those with licences not strapped to their wetbacks
Even with his armor cracking, he still stands protecting
To those that the conservative mind would consider imperfection

As the years went by, his armor kept breaking and shaking
The backstabbing pen that once helped left him flaking
He still stood, but was unmercifully whipped with intolerance and ignorance
On September 5, 2017, he was beheaded.

And so, after ten grinding years, the daughter had grown not so grand and graceful as the family gradually hoped
Her condition had turn mental, and her blood could’ve turned cold
She went to a vehicle, with built in machines, red and white, but no blue lights
Till they got to a passing point, with two guardsmen entering as the door creaks

Without the knight, her life was likely to dry up,
The guardsmen looked across the room, trying to think a step ahead
They weren’t monsters, and let the girl pass despite orders
Yet they followed her, with each step building borders.

She was cured by ten medics with small swords
But when it was over, a loud door creak was heard, waiting for some reward
It was the two guardsmen that came, with the authority from the Trump card,
They took the girl, just like the millions of others, 150 miles away from their home

Some people heard her story “Why are they doing this to people, these laws they broke are too complex and blurry”
Some people couldn’t react, “This is outrage, unacceptable, these government solutions have never been more worrying
Others tried to share the story “ And they took her out of bed, right in the middle of the day, and stole her in a dashing hurry”
Headlines screamed; Border Agents Detain 10-year-old After Emergency Surgery

This action our government has taken is simply criminal
Liberals saw it as desecrating, as despicable
But conservatives argued: it’s for the greater good!
They preached if these aliens stayed, the reality will be heroine, meth, and cocaine
They believe people will go insane, as liquid and powder are shot in their brains

The girl now waits weary and is wedged as the wary scale weighing on such truths
For the creeking to come, so they could ship her to a place she never kne
They try keep her hidden from eyes far inside the bureaucratic wall
The daughter is now seen by representatives she never knew at all

The misguided Allegro classical

When you look into the stars, you wonder about spaces and the possibility. Sadly, even if you cannot be able to enter space, that does not mean you can't be able to enjoy what to learn form it. Hello everybody, my name is J.N., and I am going to GCE Lab School. In it, I am taking a class called Rocket Science. In this class, we learn different aspects of space and space travel. We are given the simplified versions of this critical information in order for us to learn. Things being parabola, ASCII, equations for height, and much more. We had went to different Field Experience, with them being Alder Planetarium, Museum of Science, and many more.

What we doing for a AP is that we are making bottle rockets, launching them, and recording all information needed on a slideshow. The experience itself was fun, and reflected everything that we learned in class. The hardest parts would be a parabola, since it multiple steps and it took more then an hour just to double check. But the part I am the proudest of it the rocket itself, since it was fun making it as well as being the most creative fraction of the assignment. Still, I hope you all enjoy reading this.

 

Migrating to new ideas.

When your introduce to politics, there are many ways of introducing the idea in multiple form. You could write an essay, paint, sing, or much more. Right now, I am a student at GCE lab school in  a class called Poetic Justice. What we do for this class is that we see how poems affect an idea such as politics, as well as power in general. We have gone to places such as The Third World Press, as well as listen to famous poets such as H.Melt. What we had to do for an overarching assignment was that we work/create a poem that has a political meaning behind it. I, J.N. had decided to preform a poem about immigration. The reason I did this was because immigration strongly relates to people I have seen in my life, such as friends and family. My mother worked in Little Village(a Hispanic/Mexican community in Chicago) and knew many friends as well as even helped then when suffering through deportation. I remember a specific memory with my mother when going into her friends house. The family got the news that the mother was going to be deported, which the children never seeing her again. What was the most emotional part was seeing the father of the family cry right in front of the children when we were trying to help them coop.

Now, the experience of making the poem was somewhat of a hassle/annoyance. I wouldn't call it the worst thing in the world, but not the best thing either. First, I had create a much larger poem that had more literary devices sprinkled around, but was considered to be far too big. Then, I had to re-write the poem in a much smaller version in order to keep with the time demand. Even then, I still had to cut good pieces out of the poem because it got heavily with symbolism. It was one of the main problem with my poems, that it is overwritten with symbolism rather then being strait forward. Another problem with my poem was that I envisioned it to rhyme in order to sound good and have a well placed rhythm. Though that was too high of a problem since it would sometimes rhyme without really placing a meaning. Finally, I had too little literary devices in the beginning of the creation of the second poem. I had to find and rewrite some parts in order for myself to get the full credit. There was other problems such as time and placement, but safe to say, there was multiple upon multiple changes while creating this poem. What I want to work on now is finding ways to minimize my poems and be more direct so that it could match the time limit and also be more understandable.

Now, before we go on with the preformed poem, a little background. 95% of the poem that is shown below mainly talks about a girl known as Rosa Maria Hernandez, who immigrated to the US when she was three months old. Apparently, her family needed medical help for their daughter, and there was little to no therapies/medical center for her conditions in Mexico. The family had illegally lived in the US for about ten years until Rosa was taken in an ambulance and sent to a children's hospital at Corpus Christina in Texas. She had surgery for her cerebral palsy in which she had before birth. On her way their, she was stopped by border police. They allowed her and her cousin to get to the hospital, following them all the way to the destination. You The surgery was a success, but immediately after she was taken to Children's Immigration Center in which she is still held their to this day. The reason this was even consider alright with the general police was that this was in the Trump Administration in 2017, in which more than 40% of deportations have grown since his registration.

You see, this was a time when the Dream Act was repealed on September 5, 2017.  The Dream Act was in summary a legislative proposal for a multi-phase process for allowing immigrant minors in the United States that would first grant conditional residency and, upon meeting further qualifications, permanent residency. In short, it meant that this country would allow immigrates to live here as long as they had certain qualifications as well as not commit any certain crimes. It was administrated as a bill in 2001, and had worked up all the way up to 2012 in the Obama administration. However, after the Trump Administration fully began, the act was fully repealed, and thus 40% of immigration arrest have rose. To myself, I feel this is extremely hypocritical for a country that was founded by migration and ruin native lives in doing so. I personally find it immoral to take the act considering that they are now taking people who have lived here for years, and create a life. This instance is even worse considering that the person being taken back was three months old in immigration, so she didn't even have a choice. What I want this poem to do is to challenge thoughts on people who side with this law.
  The second poem talk from JN on Vimeo.

If you see the video, then you could see certain types of literate devices used throughout the performance. These being simile, assonance, consonance, onomonipia, alliteration,  and different styles of rhyming. Now, what I been doing with these technics is that I used them to enhance the poem to be better heard. Take for example the rhyming.

The reason I choose that was because I wanted to make the poem flow easy enough so that people could remember it. It was also used to give the idea of speed or quickness, as seen through the 8th paragraph.

Another thing I did was that I used the consonace in order to make something seem spamming/freaking out with it repeating certain sounds more and more. Though you don't see this through all the examples, you could see it in the line 39, where the performer keeps repeating the same first letter "w" in a quick and fast way over and over again, almost as if he can't process what's happening, as well as trying to emote with the audience that this is a worrying idea. The alliteration has somewhat of the opposite effect, as it makes the sentence seem slower or easier to understand. We see this through line 22, when some of the tension through the mood had been lowered.

With onominipia, I tried to create a type of suspense with all my actions, as will as bringing in the imagery for said suspense. We see it this in line 21 and 27, in which we are signaled with unpleasantly do to an image of a creaking door, as well as suspense. Even though it isn't natural onimonipia, it still works the same.

As seen throughout the poem, simile/metaphor have been heavily put into it. The reason why I did this was to give better imagery into the poem, just like the onimonipia for sound. Even though some had stated it might be somewhat of a problem, I always enjoyed did because one can interpret the words in different ways, like all art. I believe the best example would be line 9-16, in which we talk about a knight named dream, who was met to be known as the Dream Act.

The Poem of the Land

A family, who came from where resources were limited,

Who conservatives minds thinks their minds were set to primitive,

Came to the US, a country that wished for certain tongues and same faces

The family had no choice, for it was a girl who needed body braces

She had been born broken, and yet the family believe she could be fixed,

She went to the country of immigrants when she only three months old

The family knew if they were found, they would be filed back home

Eventually the girl’s state would be critical, with the family eventually have to pull the plug

They could have been taken, throw, and shipped if it weren’t for a liberal pack

A knight dubbed Dream came to defend and Act

He defended those with licences not strapped to their wetbacks

Even with his armor cracking, he still stand being protective

To those that the conservative mind would call defective

Yet, as the years went by, his armor kept breaking and shaking

Until the backstabbing pen that once helped lead him flaking

He still stood strong, but was unmercifully whipped until he could not handle

On September 5, 2017, he was beheaded and lost his title

And so, ten grinding years, the girl had grow not so grand and graceful

Her condition had turn mental, and would have turned to stone.

She went to a vehicle, with built in machines, ticks, and beeps.

Till they got to a passing point, with two guardsmen debuting with a loud nauseous door creak

Without the knight, her life was likely to dry up till she died,

The guardsmen looked across the room, with each second acting more decisive

They weren’t monsters, and let the girl move despite orders

Yet they followed her, with each step building borders.

She was cured with ten medics and small swords

But when it was over, a loud nauseous door creek came in waiting for some reward

It was the two guardsmen that came, with laws of Trump card emperor pushing down their throats

They took the girl, 150 miles away from home, and deciding to send her to a place she had never known before

Soon people catch her story, fought on what to do and wondering if they should help or scurry

Some couldn’t react, with their ears being blown on why this is true and questioning what we think is clean, right, fit, or dirty

Other, tried to tell the story about the girl that people were in worry, and were hearing in a  dashing hurry.

Headlines screamed; Border agents detain 10-year-old after emergency surgery

Like a hawk, the story flew to its penetrating pellicle

Liberal were seeing it as desecrating/despicable

But conservatives argued it’s for the greater good

They sneered if a snake slithers away, venom would turn true

They believe crows will come as buildings are splattered with nauseous red dew

The girl now waits weary and is wedged as the weary scale weighing on such truths

For the creaking to come, for what couldn’t be and what could,

They keep her hidden from the eyes far from the wall

Only show to those, the girl never knew at all

Poem of the Land

Hello everyone, my name is J.N. and I am a sophomore in the class Poetic Justice. What my class and I do  is that we talk about certain poems that have a political meaning in them. We talk mainly about politics, as well as grammer/poetic devices. We went to such places as Gwendolyn Brooks College Prep, and the Poetry Foundation to learn and relate more to these subjects. What my class and I did for an assignment was that we had to create a poem that was talking about a political subject that was important to us or had relations to us. Multiple people did such things such as mental illness, rape, school structures, and much more. The topic that I talked about was immigration, which I will explain later on why I choose it. Still, what I found hard about this poem was to construct with all the criteria. These include such this as poetic tools/devices, grammar devices, and symbolism. We also had to make it about 4 minutes long. Still, I hope you all read/enjoy my poem.

Now, before we go on, a little background. 95% of the poem that is shown below mainly talks about a girl known as Rosa Maria Hernandez, who immigrated to the US when she was three months old. Apparently, her family needed medical help for their daughter, and there was little to no therapies/medical center for her conditions in Mexico. The family had illegally lived in the US for about ten years until Rosa was taken in an ambulance and sent to a children's hospital at Corpus Christia in Texas. She had surgery for her cerebral palsy in which she had before birth. On her way their, she was stopped by border police. They allowed her and her cousin to get to the hospital, following them all the way to the destination.The surgery was a success, but immediately after  she was taken to Children's Immigration Center in which she is still held their to this day. The reason this was even consider alright with the general police was that this was in the Trump Administration in 2017, in which more than 40% of deportations have grown since his registration.

The reason why I consider this a fellony is that I had seen somewhat of an experience with immigration. Not neccerally directly, but with family members who I can't even say their names without the fear of deportation. My mother, has worked in the Hispanic areas of Chicago and has supported friend/close clients who have immigrated to the US for a better life. What is even worse is how she has even seen(as well as myself) with the effects of deportation, such as an US born child never seeing his mother away do to the fact that she isn't born here. I fondly remember one experience, in which my mother and I went to a friends home, and help with the cooping family members of a parent being deported. I will never forget the face of a good man who I knew, cry right in front of me because heard his spouse was being taken from him by the police. What was worse was that he couldn't do anything about it because of his own unregistration. Even if it is a small impact, I believe this poem is extremely important to who I am, and who my loved ones are.

Poem of the Land - By J.N.

I can tell you stories million to one,
Of how people see and laugh at me for fun
I can give you gifts or tell why “greater good” gave me birth
I can tell you how everybody sees me this earth
I can talk to you of all the things I see wrong, and what I see sad,
I can tell I’m the strongest eagle, and some see it bad

But today, I will tell you all a simple tale,
On how I once thought of promise and love to hail
Of how if you worked like you matter, your life could be less of bitter,
How if you listen to others, there be no true sinners.
The dream I wish, for what it seemed and for those who hoped for me
The dream that courtmen ripped to shreds, to make themselves feel more free.

A family, who wanted this dream,
A family crossed land and could have crossed the creatures of sea.
A family, that came great lengths to me,
A family, who struggled to live happily
They went to a this place,
Where I came to thrive

Blocked by a wall and told this continent it is it’s separate space
Since the orders of 65
They jump through the wall,
Remained unseen,
Knowing for their days, they would be look like insects that crawl
At the eyes of the law it seems.

The heat on their palms and hands,
Sensed like scorpions scavenging on the sand.
As they grew desperately to help
I heard a little angel who cried and yelped

They gained the help, and help was given,
Just like work, it wasn’t hidden
The family handle an ocean of heat
Where in their eyes, it was grey and bleak

But it became cool, as time went by
The girl grew, growing stronger inside.
Yet they knew the child’s hourglass was breaking
Her eyes were dimming, her color was fading.

She was taken into a vehicle with containers/bed seats, side in which she had fear to see.
They kept to hear the sound tick tick, so to hope the machine wouldn’t beep
As the vehicle path was blocked, screeched to a stop
Two guardsmen went to the door knock ,knock

Yet, even at her darkened time when the family was tame and prayed
The people who ancestors were into the same darkened shade
Told this girl she could not be here, for law is order
Yet their blood didn’t come here, and knew their rules were broken

For them, she was an alien, an desecration
A ten year old criminal destined for discrimination
Men of law followed her to the hospital, and went.
the ticking was gone to hold, as if the machines had slept

She was cured with ten medics and small swords
But then she heard knock knock, as if some waited for reward
But it was the guardsmen came, and heard the ticking sound out of touch
The guardsmen took her, like a trophy as such

The girl now waits weary and is wedged as the weary scale weighs on such truths
For one final knock, for what couldn’t be and what could,
They keep her hidden from the eyes out of the wall
Only show to those, the girl never knew at all

Soon people catch her story, fought on what to do
Some couldn’t react, with their ears being blown on why this is true
Other, tried to tell the story about the girl that people were in worry, and were hearing in a dashing hurry.
Headlines screamed; Border agents detain 10-year-old after emergency surgery

Like a hawk, the story flew to it’s pellicle
People were seeing it as despicable
Others argued it’s for the greater good
Law was order, and the way it be it should
They sneered if a snake slithers away, venom would turn true
They believe crows will come as building are splattered with nauseous red dew

In a world today, people hold onto their beliefs,
To the point where they think they cannot be deceived
If that is true, then why don’t you listen to others
If that is true, then why try to take someone away just because it makes you feel safe.

Now, I may ask you, who am I
Am I a hero or villain, for which for you to be upset.
Am I the something to get rid of, so that we go further.
Or am I something, for no things to win




Citations
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