The Other—Tolerate, don't show your hate Turn away the Eye and Feet but not the other Cheek The Weak's in Power now, but we're Strong Rights we have even to Defend them in Blood Intimidate, in Silence, or Not, but Legal History's on our side, Evil shall not prevail Greater we shall be, only a Foretaste we've had We shall be One, and no Other, and by Choice
Each day is a face with two sides Do or die Failure is an ointment Swarmed by flies Lies birthed from larva Contempt bred from pride The caterpillar cocooned is consumed Blind to the future Either monarch or moth Led astray by the flame
The world we don't see, is often the world most worth our attention.
"Did I do your will? Did I hurt him, did I hurt both of us needlessly? What do I do? Father, please help me. I need to see what you see Just a glimpse of what that may be Of what I did, this choice which now defines me I feel like I fell in an unending sea Oh oh my father, it hurts what I did I didn't make this choice to hurt him I didn't want to hurt him Never
Did I do what was right Did I do your will What you asked me to do"
Peace Filling my trembling body Peace Calming my limbs That long aching string between my head and heart loosens
My head, just now full of contradicting thoughts now sits quietly Heart is soft too Listening mildly
So when I answer the question my body is resolved It hurts I said That dull ache hits every time I think his name I feel like he thinks I played a game With his heart, but no, mine feels the same Broken and lost, a little lame
I know it was right though the cracks are still there The double thinking is almost too much to bear We had uncovered who "we" were but he thinks I don't care when the truth is that I laid myself bare When trouble came, to my knees I fell in prayer
I don't know why in the past it was right when now the answer is no I just listen God knows what is best But it doesn't make it easy to follow
Head says yes, heart says no Heart says yes, head says no
God said yes, now God says no I listen to God, he knows where I'll go He will make me strong so I will know I will follow when he says so
My aunt asked how I felt She asked after I broke up with him I thought about it and sat there Stumbling Struggling to put my heavy thoughts into words
My head told me to do it My head also spoke against the idea
My heart The part of me which hurt the most It said my choice was right But screamed in pain In the unbridled anguish of grief Of loneliness Of hurt
She asked if I still felt my choice was right If I regretted it Would I go back
Would I If I could go back Would I change this action If I could go forward with him again Would I...
Heart says yes I hurt him I could help I could fix this
Fix what Fix the temporary pain, No,
Heart says no This was right This choice was right It would not be good to go back now Cause more pain, deter healing What would it fix Nothing
Head says yes He was good to me He loved me I loved him We were happy Head says yes
Head says no We had our differences Our difference in religion In region I would have hurt him later Our arrows didn't line up I was fooling myself that they did Blindly hoping to see change Seeing change when none was there
With my head pulling my heart Heart pulling my head What was I to do but pray
A smile is the sun emerging from grey cloud, the aroma of baked bun, that wafts through street 'n crowd, as splendid as tawn fox, lounging lazy, loud 'n proud, as sky of equinox after rain of stormy cloud, as the cool wind on the rocks of cliff 'fore climber's truckle, as the scent of perfum'd phlox, of sweet Jasmine 'n Honeysuckle,
so why let a black mood chouse you out of the day when a small smile brightens all and shoos the cobwebs away a person is as person does, it's not the thoughts that make us, it's what we choose to make us buzz that can build or break us.
My body is incredible Not only do the subtle curves from inch to inch make me feel desired Or the little waist my mothers middle age friends comment on Or the fragile battle scars of a lifetime spent trying.
But the internal haven of complex systems Each of which so cleverly placed. A life source I am my mother and fathers child A founding force of a long full love A miracle Trillions of lives I may have lived Millions of faces I would never had seen Thousands of places I longed to go.
My body is my protector Sheltering me from my worst instincts To carry me through youth with agility And to eventually carry another But that is my choice
You cannot put me or my body in a box You cannot tell me how to live Or choose Throw away your pointless cries of justification I can’t hear you I don’t want to hear you. Why should a government official tell me how to be, who to carry, what to do. My body is a vessel not yet ready for carry.
I need to carry me first Take it a step at a time I don’t love myself yet It takes time Nor do I love my body Appreciation is the word. For now. From the intricate designs of the birth mark on my leg To the S shape scar on my thigh The unanswered scar on my cheek and the moles that cover my arms.
They are mine and no one else’s They can stay as I choose As can it Not he or she or they but it Because it’s my choice