All Comments on 'I Screamed At Inhumanity'

that the poem was too long and you repeated yourself too much. Then I reread it and realized that every scream was different because every inhumanity was different. Now I realize that the poem is far, far too long. Good work.

There's so much here to scream for...

There's so much here to scream out...

There is an incredibly strong, powerful poem hiding here. Call it up on the screen and cut. Then edit. Then trim. There's verbage hanging around all over the place, (like the grand, grand, grand, grand... or was it great, great, great, great...).

Then, consider breaking it into some verses... perhaps with each of the "screams".

Then, perhaps, dump the very last line, ending with "inhale". The poem needs and deserves that kick. The "hope" (to me) is inherent in the lament.

Bottomline, a scream lost in the middle of noise is little more than a whimper. This story deserves to be screamed, and that scream heard.

I agree w/ jd, Gina. Cut it back and you make it twice as powerful! But for a first time poster here you're way out in front! Good job! Thanks!

I agree w/ jd, Gina. Cut it back and you make it twice as powerful! But for a first time poster here you're way out in front! Good job! Thanks!

good word choices... political poetry is sometimes the hardest of all...

As i said when i first read this, gina...this piece is incredibly powerful. i was stunned and humbled to read it and could feel the empathy of the author.

Keep writing, woman!!

~purry~

the poem itself is very powerful. but aside from that, the poet is one i have seen so quiet, tht this scream is even more powerful. i am blown away -- by each and every word. i felt it said what it had to say in the amount of space that it had to use. keep screaming sis

I loved the poem. Beyond the rawness, I enjoyed the author's tying of the pains of the past to present day injustices and racism which are all too frequently masked by our society's current-day rhetoric that the past is the past. I liked the rhetorical question about whether the New York Times would post the names of dead Nigerians. . . the answer is obviously no. . . but for me it brings home the injsutice of the idea that our society still put people into boxes.

Each summer it seems there are stories of child abductions in my area, and each year, the cute little white girls/boys search efforts get way more press... The cute little black girl who was abducted did not get the use of the amber alert, while a cute little white girl did, saving her life unlike the black girl.

The poem, for me, communicated the rawness over the discounting of others: whether it is African Americans or other cultures (or both), whether it be newer injustices (drugs, etc) or the old ones (slavery/economic pilfering), the obvious or the not so obvious, the idea that the injustices are not getting better, but may be getting worse. . . ("Hoping the atrocities will decrease / Knowing the atrocities may increase") all spoke powerfully to me.

The polarization leads to more and continued injustice. . . but with all that said, does the hopeful ending ring a little hollow?

:-)

I gave it a 5

Theodore B.

A Niagara of passionate and compassionate outrage, blistering and beautiful.

Gina,

Wow, this is soo powerful. I felt it all through me. You are truly great. Keep up your writing. Its so great.

Gina,

As usual, you've written another outstanding statement. The raw power of this one was amazing.

The injustices of humanity .... so well said... Keep it up!

Just found this in the feedback page, what can I say you did it again Gina. Very well done.

I love the use of repition in this one. You really made the impression of an endless scream and you can feel the frustration you wish to express. Simply great stuff.

Now write more. ;p

Gina ... beautiful ... so intense ... so passionate ... and in the end, still hoping for the best that humanity has to offer, despite the abundant inhumanity. Not looking aside ... fully aware ... hurt, tortured, hopeful.

I scream.

Green

was a good word used to describe this prose~

It lost me a couple places but the rant was clear~

That's right, Gina, you told the story from beginning to end. You told about the kings n' Queens, about self-unawareness, you've told it all, and I join with you to scream until the ignorance reins free! Keep screamin' Gina and i for one shall incompany YOU!!!

Love your sis

Ebby from OM

WOW!!!..very very intense....so powerful...really shows the kind of person u are...AMAZING!!

I especially love your last lines. Very powerful piece.

Very good intense poem Gina! I feel the same way often about this sordid planet we are stuck on at the present...

As I've told you before I love and hate this at the same time. The way you capture the anquish that ignorance brings with it is entirely a masterpiece of words, yet the existance of said ignorance shames me to the very core of my being, believing that this whole world could share in such blissful hypocracy. I only hope the words of truth being sent forth can awaken a few of the blissful and open their eyes to the travesty that is our folly as humanity.

this has to be one of the most deepest poems ive ever read, i loved the emotions of anger and sadness in it, the emotions were so intense you could feel as you read

Tragedy so large, I feel so fucking small. I need a drink.

i don't really know where to begin...as i was reading this poem the more i wanted to read...i found myself wishing that it would never end...very, very noteworthy...Bloodline

I'm humbled by this poem. It takes courage to stir up such emotion in oneself and then to write it down and put it out there for others to see. Would that I can follow in your footsteps and be one of the voices of our age.

I bow down to you!

I read this and could feel some emotion but was not terribly moved- until the last line. The image of drawing in a ragged breath after a prolonged and painful scream, and trying to find refuge in hope, brought every word written before it into a sharper emotional focus. It was almost like having the poem read to me a second time, but instantaneously and spoken directly into my heart. The impact was deep, and I thank you.