When we are born there's no Wrong or Right there's no Black or White there's no indecision We sleep when we're tired we eat when hungry We cry if something's not right we laugh at anything funny We see with perfect vision... At Kindergarten we make our first Best Friend The one person that held our hand when milk time was a disaster and we napped together and home time came faster because Friend times Fun equals Time goes By and One plus One equals Forever Mine In Little School we first meet Prejudice It's the pretty girl wearing the pretty dress while your hand me downs scream your secret shame It's her you blame when your lifetime friend who wore the same milk mustache as you at Five takes her side the waves of I don't get it washes over you on a tide of unreasonable insanity but your Vanity is total to One minus One equals Alone on a Beach totals I Am No One By High School you're confused by the elevated status of the praying mantis the chickadee that seems to be an all boy zone that is open 24/7 and the gentleman that snakes out his hand to land on your rear end euphemistically called the OctopusΒ Β by then... You've never really got it... It made no sense as the informative years just saw you sitting upon a bench crying tears that you eventually sniffed upon you Third winter sweater gazing upon a frozen pond in the middle of an empty park you saw the cracks the ice skaters didn't but it didn't make you feel better So you call out... Crack in the Ice! They look blankly at you twice and continue to skate with their own voice in their head With a shrug your mantra sighs I did what I could, I can't beat someone else's vice... Here come the working years here comes the awkward fears Of What if I'm not good enough Where do I go when I've had enough Where are my friends that I never made What if I can't make new friends Who can I talk to at the end of the day? So heartbreaking... to know that your best friend that wore the same milk mustache got married 2 years ago and you weren't invited to the wedding Even though you lived 2 doors down for nearly 15 years, shared boy stories and plenty of chocolate talking and now she's having her second baby while her husband is Manager of the local Tyre King and stupidly I thought She got everything! Except that I couldn't go to her wedding because I was in South America and I remember my Mother called and said You remember Yvette? She's getting married to Steve he's going places, they'll have a family next July, the joy on their faces! So dear, how's things in Africa? and I laughed with sorrowful Joy at my mothers voice and said Well Mom, the sky is Red bleeding with sorrow for all the animals slaughtered but here's one truth about your daughter She's actually in Brazil about to board a boat to travel further south to places remote to take vital medicines and vaccines to those with no hope She's taking her fully qualified Doctor self, alone Unmarried is not unfulfilled Solitary is not a life sentence our lives could be filled with a million people, but in silence eventually we'll get it