|Lots of poems, not nearly enough art|
Favourite genre of music: Practiall ALL
Favourite style of art: Any and all
MP3 player of choice: Ipod
Personal Quote: Don't take life too seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyhow
When did religion become what it is now? When did it stop being a sacred thing? When did religion become so mainstream? When did it become so damn biased? I have had countless people tell me that my religion isn’t real. I’ve been called a devil-worshipper and a demon. I can understand others not getting me religion, not believing it personally. But you can’t tell me to my face it isn’t real, because there are thousands of other practitioners all over the world. But it wasn’t the people who called me unholy and blasphemous that made me that upset. What made me upset was the fact that there was a rule in my intermediate high school that said I couldn’t wear anything with a certain symbol of my religion. Christians can wear crosses and crucifixes, Jews can wear the star of David, any other religion is allowed to show their devotion in a simple and easy way. All I wanted to wear was a simple metal necklace. But right there, in simple black and white the rule was printed in the school handbook. It said all pentagrams were banned because they were satanic. Not only was the information wrong, an inverted pentagram is what the satanic church uses, but there’s also the fact that Satanism is considered a religion. My school blatantly called out a single religion and said anything to do with it was banned. I am not Satanic, I am Pagan. Though no matter what, what the school did was wrong. Absolutely wrong.
When I first saw that rule written so innocently in my school handbook, I saw red. I was just so angry at the audacity the school district had. Singling out a religion like that, and not even getting the facts right. Part of me immediately wanted to storm up to my principle and demand answers and change. The more logical part of my brain told me that this was far beyond the control of my kind intermediate principle. So being the young and naïve 8th grader I was I gave up on trying to change that rule. Now that I’m older and wiser though, I know change has to happen and for it to happen we have to fight. When I know something is unfair and biased, I will fight it. The fighting may never stop but I must go on, because if I don’t, who will?
I wrote this for my terrible Contemporary Lit class, and felt like sharing. *shrug*