Month: May 2010

Laws as Gateways to Human Rights Violations

While perusing Feministing, I came across this video and post:

The protestors, organized by Gender DynamiX, helped in many ways including shedding light on the situation.  The rights of the couple, Steven Monjeza and Tiwonge Chimbalanga, were grossly violated when they were arrested after their engagement ceremony.  The judge’s sentence for 14 years in prison sends a chill down my spine.  As two people celebrate their love, others are looking to take it away.

Just months ago I was reading about the Anti-Homosexuality Bill in Uganda, and cringing to think that someone could be murdered just because of their sexual orientation.  Tragic outcomes, such as death, have been a reality for the LGBT community for far too long.  At times it feels the world is progressing toward greater equality, but so quickly we’re reminded we have much more to conquer.  This is a reminder to get involved in the issues that call to you.  When a problem arises, our voice can be the greatest tool to combat it.  So spread the word about these issues, sign petitions, join protests, and lets make a change!

I want to leave you with a poem I wrote recently, while visiting St. Louis.  I was stretched out across the grass, right below the Arch, people watching and basking in the sun.  I noticed several openly gay couples enjoying their day as well.  Under the magnificent, sparkling arch, I felt overcome with peace and tranquility.  I smiled thinking how for this moment we could all feel safe to be who we are.  I believe each small step leads to bigger ones.  The world has a great way to go in regards to human rights.  But I feel so grateful for the strides we have made.  To find acceptance, even for a moment, brings great hope to my mind.


Arching Love

What scares us about love?

The vastness of its reach?

Like the Arch on waterfront.

Touching down, on all sides.

Be the same, or other kinds.

Lovely women, lovely men.

Holding hands, as they caress.

Love’s the same inside our hearts.

From the ends unto the start.

Cannot choose out destiny.

Forever, together, we shall be.

5/13/10 —–Preeti Pathak


Chosen Family

This is a special poem for the people I love.  I have been blessed in this life to find true family.  I have learned that the word truly describes a concept that cannot always be attained from your own blood.  Somehow we navigate through this vast world, and find other hearts to join.  These are the people we can truly love, and in turn love us.  So remember to tell the people whom you love, just how you feel.  Life is long and we all need reminding that we are loved.


Chosen Family


My roots were planted to a tree.

That never fit, it wasn’t me.

A beaten, bruised piece of fruit.

Left in the field to find my truth.

I learned the word called family.

And my skin had hardened, leathery.

Wrinkled from the weight of life.

The bugs had eaten to my core.


Now just a seed, I plant myself.

A love for me, now see my wealth.

Slowly roots…they grew from me.

And up I came, from bark to leaves.

I touched onto the other trees.

I came close, and was let in.


They nurtured me, and nourished me.

I learned to love outside my seed.

No skin or fruit is needed now.

Through their love my heart, it sprouts;

beats and shakes.


Reverberations, yet never hate.

Never hurt, just calming touch.

Their branches hold me, encased in trust.

And as I learn to let go,

I accept I can move on.


To my new home, to this place.

My chosen family, you are embraced.


5/13/10 —–Preeti Pathak

Preeti’s Poetry: Central Park


This piece was inspired by an afternoon spent sitting in Central Park.  Enjoy:)


Central Park


Rock has formed out from the earth.

The trees, the air, the birds: rebirth:

Squirrels are playing a game of chase.

As I sit here in warm embrace.


Gentle breeze drifts within.

My eyes are free to explore the scene.

The brush so thick, the flowers burst.

And for the rains, the dirt, it thirsts.

Drops of water upon my head.

As I lay in fields…soaking up life.

The ground and I, we become one.

Tranquil trees, wait for setting sun.

The people, like lamp posts, choose their spot.

And through the canopy the city glows.


Yellow cabs, they cross the bridge.

Now park and city melt and mix.

Where one ends, the other begins.

And I’m in awe, that this is mine.

And this is yours.


We share this space with parent earth.


My feet they step among the ants.

The worlds of human can seem so vast.

But worlds of others among our path.

In unison we thank the skies.

Child of nature: my home I find.


4/30/10 —–Preeti Pathak

Preeti’s Poetry: Litter Free Dreams


I sat upon my stoop the other day and looked out onto my block.  I thought about how this place that I call home is so beautiful yet so ugly.  The landscape, homes, and people are the beauty.  But the trash tarnishes the neighborhood, painting a wasteland over the grass and concrete.  I captured my thoughts and emotions in this poem.  I see it as a call to action to myself and others.  A reminder that we are the root of change.


Litter Free Dreams


What does it mean,

to see a leaf drop from the trees?

How can a rain drop be described?

Or flowers blooming from root to sky?


I grew from earth.

The soil so rich.

I lay in fields.

Wind carrying my dreams.


And years have passed.

From child to adult.

I look around, but the dream is gone.

The beautiful streets…

Now trash in heaps.

The breathtaking breeze,

now choking on smog.

A fallen cup,

landfills call.

The grass is mixed,

with discarded dreams.


For each time the trash falls from our hands,

our earth is murdered, our hopes dismissed.


Now our children cry, to save the land.

And we must comply to the earth’s demand.

By example we will lead.

By cleaning up our city streets.


4/27/10 —–Preeti Pathak