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Homelessness

Hello my fellow lidské (humans in Czech)! I have recently been exposed to the idea of homelessness in my humanities class, and it made me realize how fortunate I am to have a roof over my head, a full stomach, and family and friends that love me – so please, before reading any further, take a second to appreciate the life you live and the people you get to live it with, since our existence in this universe is so short, and many of us spend it waiting for life to be over.

So, for the sake of those living in impoverished areas, and those who are going through a tough time, (even if that’s you – not one problem is insignificant) take a breath, relax, and find inspiration from the beautiful world around you…

That being said, I do have some actual content for you, and this is a little different to stuff like poetry, recipes and art, (which pretty much sums up what I have been doing on this blog for the past year) since it is actually music. Now I am not going to actually sing it for you, since my voice isn’t that of Freddy Mercury, but what I have done is come up with a factual parody to the song “Lovely” by Billy Eilish and Khalid, about homelessness.

Maybe once my voice has improved a little, I will edit this post and add in a voice recording with me singing it, but for now, you will have to exercise your mind a bit, and just imagine that there is actually someone singing it! But if you guys get antsy and actually want to hear someone vocalizing this parody, I can get it arranged.

As always, I value positivity, and I very much dislike nasty comments and snide remarks, so as I have mentioned on every single one of my posts, these things will not be tolerated. Nonetheless, don’t be afraid to leave a comment with any feedback or something interesting you noticed. Let me know what you think!

Now straight away, no more distractions, scroll down and read the parody – and until next time, nashledanou (goodbye, in Czech)! 😁

Got no money in my bag, not a cent,
My addiction is drag
I’m the one in 200
Constantly begging for a home
To stay
 
Want a place to rest my head but I can’t find it here
When the tired kids next to me are under 18 years
No sense of privacy or stability
My hellish lifestyle right here on the streets
 
Torn from my old home
Would you know
Dad was a drunk, so mum went rogue
My friend's got these bruises
From assault
Ahh, where do I go
 
Walking out of town, into another one
Looking for a better place
My friends are always sick of me
Now I’m looking for a better space
 
Want a place to rest my head but I can’t find it here
When the old man next to me is turning 90 years
No sense of safety or security
My hellish lifestyle on my cousin’s backseat
 
Torn from my old home
Would you know
Just like that, evicted and gone
My friend's in a crowd now
All alone
Ahh, where do I go
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Littering

Gliding uncomfortably through the murky water
I struggle to make it back to the shallows of the waterhole
My foot throbs in pain
It still stings from the tearing of skin
It still hurts from when I ripped the empty Bunderberg bottle off

I stain the water with my blood
Thinking of how clueless I had been
Coming here, in the tall grass part of the water
Where anything could be hiding
Whether man made or alive

I let my feet struggle to find the muddy floor
As my my big toe gets caught in a Mountain Dew lid
I feel it turn purple as the circulation gets cut off
I squint back a tear, but push through 

My arm shoots out to grab the broken branch that is my exit
And I push off the foot that is gushing with blood
To prevent ripping off the toe that’s caught on my other foot

Flies irritatingly buzz around me
As the pungent smell of dog waste enters my blocked nose
I hear distant yelling and laughing and try to call for help

I pull myself onto the muddy bank and spot a faded hello magazine
    just sitting there, covered in a delicious mixture of poo and water
I lift my foot, the one that got slit by a ginger beer bottle
The sheer sight of the battered skin made me gag
And the dark, thick blood entered into a part of my brain that it
    would never leave

I look up at the dark sky
The sun blinds me inconsiderately
And the scarce amount of trees blew gently in the humid wind
Wondering when their brothers and sisters will return
Or whether they are doomed to sway solemnly for the rest of time
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Corona Virus

Hello fellow human beings. Today is another day many people face the world through a screen, through an online world, due to being in lockdown. Although this is a sad time for those who have lost loved ones in hospital beds, and for those who are anxiously waiting for results, we still need to remain positive.

Even though during this time there is still political dilemmas, money corruption, and god knows what else, life will return to normal eventually, even if it takes a while. During lockdown and quarantine, and anything that might be stopping you from doing what you love in the future, I urge you to keep persisting with whatever that might be.

Last night I had an online dance class, and we talked for over an hour about all sorts of things, but one statement stuck with me – it was that, everyone is saying what we can’t do, but very rarely are they encouraging us to do what we can do.

You can’t have more than five people in the same house at the same time, you can’t cross state borders, you will be fined for breaking the rules of this period.

It is all good and well giving instructions on what everyone can’t do, because then we know our restrictions, but part of the reason some people break those rules is because they haven’t thought about what they can do, aside from going out to exercise, shopping for necessities.

Generally, if you don’t say it, people don’t think it, and then the only source of entertainment is sitting on the couch drinking beer and watching the footy, or having the excruciating urge to go and see your grandma in Sydney, while you’re in the Northern Territory.

Especially for me as a dancer, I hear constantly from local studios that are also in lockdown whining about how students, seniors even, can’t focus for more than an hour on a zoom call, and then my class is there busting our chops for three hours straight with our teacher in front of us on a tiny screen doing it with us.

It doesn’t matter what situation you are in, there is always another choice, and another alternative. For example, in a dancing context again, one of the girls in my class has to dance in her garage, and she said; “well I obviously can’t jump, so I’ll work on my turns instead!” We all have a different situation to handle, but there are pro’s and con’s to everything.

I am reminded of the saying, “we are all in the same boat”… Well, we are not. Some people live in tiny rental properties, some live in three storey mansions. Some people live in a trash heap, and some live on a private island. The truth is, everyone isn’t in the same boat, but we are all in the same storm. We all have the same global crisis to deal with, but we don’t all have the perfect tools to be perfectly accustomed to it.

We are not all in the same boat, but we are all in the same storm…

But that doesn’t matter. Not when you love something more than life. If you are an artist, who has gone out of business because no-one can come to your gallery, set up a kick-ass website and show your stuff on there. If you are a hairdresser who’s cramped up in a two room apartment with your daughter, be smart with spending your money, and practise doing hairdresser things on your daughter.

If you are a dancer who lives for the praise of others, the applause of an audience and the hard sweat and tears you share with your teammates when in a class, get ’em on a facetime call and shed your sweat and tears with them so you can complain about being sore the next day and know that they are feeling the exact same way! Or if you don’t have enough space, and your room is the size of a toilet, fling your leg up on the wall (but don’t scratch it) and stretch like nobodies business!

Anyway, I guess what I’m trying to say is that, we all have problems, but it is the way we adapt and deal with them that sorts the men out from the boys. So remember to stay positive during these uncertain times, work hard, sweat hard, paint hard, whatever, just stay passionate and know that even if it takes a while, life will return to normal – eventually.