Uncaging anger
Letter #104
A tumultuous week reveals why so many beakies are angry.
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Running around from noon to just past nine, I’ve not been on my feet so long, for so long. For so long, I have not spoken to so many people in one day. And, I feel I can keep going.
A neighbour puts a puppy in a metal cage, from what I can see, 23 hours a day. They don’t have a gun. I feel safe enough. Some don’t.
I’ve felt safe, until I became a teen, when people say things about me, that I was old enough to understand , and eventually believed.
I was shamed, embarrassed and called names for emotions I’ve had and expressed as such. I was made to believe having emotions is the same as being stupid, incompetent and untrustworthy.
Repeated enough, nonsensical beatings took away my anger on the outside. They made a quiet person making angry beakies. They made me judge me for being me.
Puppy did not have water. Puppy was in afternoon sun. Puppy must feel hot, like I do inside. Maybe dying too. The non law enforcing animal welfare awareness group representative said I did not have enough evidence to warrant a visit. Yet they told me I was wrong for speaking to the puppy owner, for speaking up.
In the sun, by the road, by the pool, up and down the building, I spoke with anyone who would listen. To convey the message that, together, we are against animal cruelty.
I might have once pretended to care what the written rules were. Like most of them do. Are you sure that not providing water at all times constitutes an offence? The weather and puppy and me are too hot for charade.
Our relationship is complicated, anger and me. I’ve tried fitting it into a neat box to make it acceptable. By friends, by family, by people I didn’t even know, I was told anger is bad is rude is dumb.
Isn’t anger just anger? A physical sensation rising inside that pushes us out of the sedentary state of potato.
Anger gathered numbers. Some spoke, some helped, many watch and will keep watching.
If you would excuse me, I’ll now take my fire dragon for a walk, outside.
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Hi I’m Marn (noisybeak.com). I turn unwanted clothes into soft sculptures animals (aka beakies) and they teach me something about being a person. This letter is a way to share the spirit to survive and thrive, because otherwise why the hell did I go through all that for?