I am a girl..no..I'm a boy..Wait! I'm neither, can't you see?
I'm white..no brown..no yellow..no black..no I'm red..purple..green..
I'm Jewish..I'm Muslim..I'm Christian..Wiccan..Buddhist..Athiest..
Democratic..Republican..Independent..Tea Party..
I'm Conservative..Moderate..Liberal..
I'm a Senior Citizen..no wait, Young Adult..NO..I'm a Tween..
Wait, I'm a Banker, a Butcher..a Sales Rep..a star on the TV Screen..
I may be few, none, or all of these things..
BUT FIRST I'M A HUMAN BEING.
COMMENTS
I love this very much.
It's a poem, no it's prose, it's novel, it's concise...oh wait it's common sense.
You know I see it so rarely, I almost mistook it for something else.
Thanks!
I'm not usually taken by the light side of poetry, but I am taken by yours...
Keep listening to these arguments about transgender rights that tick me off. Their life choices are their's and it irritates me when their rights are debated as though it has to be determined they ARE people first.
Chill and burn, sweat and shake..
How much more "grab bag" can I take?
Winter, Summer, Spring and Fall
Mother Nature is playing all.
I've grown accustomed to the Wheel,
but it seems she's "shaking things up,"
and "keeping things real?"
I'd question her motives,
but I don't dare.
So between hot flashes and
snowfalls, I just stand and stare.
(And dress all in layers,
as to not be caught unawares.)
COMMENTS
I may have an answer to what you have seen,
But only if you chose to believe...
This one was written on a day that started off at 80+ degrees and ended in the 40's.
I should be sad, thinking of grieving family members and terrified Mothers.
I too am a Mother..
I should be worried, biting my nails and tossing and turning at night.
But I know I won't be..
I've seen what's here and what happens here.
All I can think is, it is bound to happen from time to time..
My foot is in my mouth, so I can't answer your question.
I didn't hear it anyway, with all this fluff in my ears.
Had it not been there it would have only floated through all the empty space out the other ear anyway.
You were too busy talking to the brick wall and wasting breath to notice I suppose.
COMMENTS
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AnaliethiaThionoeSangita
14:07 May 26 2011
Love the poem...
LacyLashes
15:15 Jun 25 2011
Thank you! :D