Book Banning: Why Is This Still A Thing?

Below are the top ten most challenged books of 2017, according to #topten challenged books of 2017

  1. Thirteen Reasons Why written by Jay Asher 

  2. The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian written by Sherman Alexie

  3. Drama written and illustrated by Raina Telgemeier

  4. The Kite Runner written by Khaled Hosseini

  5. George written by Alex Gino

  6. Sex is a Funny Word written by Cory Silverberg and illustrated by Fiona Smyth

  7. To Kill a Mockingbird written by Harper Lee

  8. The Hate U Give written by Angie Thomas

  9. And Tango Makes Three written by Peter Parnell and Justin Richardson and illustrated by Henry Cole

  10. I Am Jazz written by Jessica Herthel and Jazz Jennings and illustrated by Shelagh McNicholas



Things You Can Do To Fight Back

The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing. - Edmund Burke

Ask questions. Talk about it with everyone who will listen. Bad things happen when good people do nothing. So I will start the conversation with all of you beautiful people. What I want to know is what others think about this. Do you agree or disagree with this list? If yes, why? And if no, why not? Intellectual freedom has many a blurred lines when it comes to creative expression and artistic freedoms.

Do you know if you support a library who bends to the censorship of higher-ups? If you don’t know for sure, than just call and ask. Find out what little things you can do to support freedom, like using only libraries who do not concede to censorship. You can write reviews on these books and promote them to others if you feel they are helpful and beneficial to others in any way.

You can participate in a read-a-thon for book banning week. You could submit videos to the Banned and Challenged Books website as listed above. There are things you can purchase like stickers for your laptop, posters or even book packages containing these banned books, all available on the Banned and Challenged Books website.


Why Am I Writing About This?

No, I am not being sponsored, receiving or making money off this post. I wrote about it, because I care about it. As an avid reader, and English Literature Studies major and minor in communications; an avid writer; this is important to me. I value the sacred right to education, and believe the right kind of education can lead to freedom. Likewise, the wrong kind of education can lead to bondage and despondency, slavery of all types. (Yes, intellectual slavery is a real thing.)

I recently finished Harper Lee’s To Kill A Mockingbird, 13 Reasons Why by Jay Asher, Laurie Halse Anderson’s Speak, traditional novel and graphic novel illustrated by Emily Carroll. So all of these books profoundly affected me, made me feel like I may not be as alone in this world as I thought. It shows how others struggle too, and the reason we lose lives is because we silence one another. The worst part is we don’t even realize we do it, just like in 13 Reasons Why, or in Speak with Melinda. Either way, I cannot imagine a world where someone takes away those books from me because they told me “it’s bad”. Can you? (Link for Brainy Quote)

(Links and images in this article are not my own. I claim no rights to them. All sources are listed and credited appropriately.)


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Hand pressed against foggy glass.

Please let me out.

It’s a muted plea,

The one where the monsters hide behind dead eyes,

The kind that makes not a sound,

The kind that knows when death is around.

That kind of begging that muted tears can only do, as they fall, with their mere presence

Declare all they are supposed to.

You can’t see what lies behind this

Fake face of mine.

Look me dead square in the center of my head if you wish then.

We hurt.


Trigger pulled,

Empty gun shell smacks marble


We’ve been here before-

I know-

And here we go again.

We hurt.


This face, the weight of sorrow

And secrecy of wishes for

A better tomorrow.

This weight,

It takes

Me down and holds me here

Like a nasty gravity,

Keep me painfully aware of these travesties-

Pulled trigger,

Shells and cold marble-

Parents who had kids 20 minutes ago

Don’t now because

Of a pulled trigger,

Empty gun shells,

What do we do in this hell?

Numb craving,

Dry heaving desire,

Smother this ire.

We hurt.


My muted tears speak all they have to, by their mere presence,

Their sheer multitude.

I hurt.


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Open Sky

Lightning, 2011.07.09

Open sky

Where trespassers be.

Fluffy, lite on the move

Away from me.

Desert kisses,

Sand burst apart

Those mountain peaks

The angry wind gnaws on.

Standing center stage

Miles from anything to touch

Raise my hand,

Slap the sand,

Digging, nails first-

Running-sand-death grip-

The sand flows

From the cracks in my hands-

Toss it at those silent trespassers

And they funnel, flipping, turning,

Turn dark and angry at the assault,

Their friends, thunder and rain come to help.

“No more of nothing. Death to silence be. This storm, let lose. Be free”.

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What Do You Do?

What do you do when you see colors others don’t?

What do you do when you’ve met a sage the world has yet to know?

What do you do when death comes for you

And you’re supposed to die-dive in-

Jump in head first?

What do you do when you live in a world where there are no stars

But the stars talk to you, no matter where you are?

When the masses feed from troughs

You spit in their gruel and scream “Enough!”

What do you do when you’re sure your mind will explode

In a nebula

And comets will sing just to get your attention?

What do you do when you realize you can call fire down from the heavens and engulf all

That once oppressed you?

You are the slow death of a star.

You know where the nurseries are

Who raise the baby stars

So our universe will never die.

Who else in the thread of time can see what you see?

One man, who knows he is not a man.

He sees right through me.

Call down this fire.

Act on this righteous rage

Molten lava rock consumes

Every rusted cage.

There is no space left on this new Earth to enumerate all those who said “fear is a sin”

Because they don’t know what true courage is-living even when you’re afraid

To open your eyes and look at a new Sun, a new day.

There is a shared darkness in us all that would rise up and cause us to kill our own

Were that darkness to be fully embraced, mustered to fruition.

This shared-fallen-humanity;

There are flaws in this perfect plan;

Multi-dimensional duality.



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February is hard on this heart.

December remembers

And the new year is

Brimming with the unknown.

I’m coming home

Or going down.

Welcomed snow,

Blanket this unhallowed ground

I tread upon.

Come, fall again,

Erase my tracks

So I forget where I’ve gone.

I need this quiet crunch,

These bare branch-naked trees,

Jagged in this Moonlight

Pointing down at me.

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My First Sonnet


How to know which way it is I’m to go?

How best to lift this weight, my knees to break?

This heart drudging, wandering, lost in snow,

Bowing to melancholy, clouds of slate.

This is my asylum, white walls, caged in.

Hope remains deferred; heart submerged in shade.

The wherewithal to fight this looming din

Kills salvation like heart impaled by spade.

Love, then, what gossamer strand do you hold?

These hands inured by ghosts dissemble me.

Ash to rust and gold to stardust, runs cold.

Colorless distended flesh, this cold breeze,

This my cameo, my life’s finale,

The blood and snow, feral wolf, it calls to me.

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Center of The Storm

This is a new thing.

Sit cross-legged,

Hands folded, waiting for your

Redundant complaining

That shatters glass by the mere sound

Of you.

This is a new thing,

Waiting in the silence for you.

Wading in strength knowing you have none.

Controlling my passions while yours go unbridled

And I ride my anger through the storm,

Pelting rain and angry lightning

Until I’m dead center in my rage.

There, long ago, in the center of the storm,

I gnawed out of my cage,

Learned to be brave,

I wait, patiently, in the center of the storm.

Come find me.

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