With a quiet pacifism, my mouth moves like a nomad in search of a place that I could one day call home.... I bottle up my brash thoughts, in a glass jar with a bronze lid like the one that i used to catch lightning bugs in the summers of my youth... On and on my lips meet each other, smashing together in a silent symphony, for the tone deaf.... Like a child addicted to questions, I inquistively ask why? Why do people treat each other like plastic?
In school today during a writing assignment in one my classes, one of my students wrote of being raped by an uncle......
I felt like Goliath after David's lucky aim with his slingshot. The news hit me like the assasination of JFK.... Like JFK the criminal got away... Just as the Kennedy's count their curses, so will she count her issues without a reason for why.........
No woman is an island....
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my heart goes out to her, its such a sick world. your right, no woman is a island and I respect you for being aware of that. =)
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