Thinking

A long time ago I had to make some serious changes in my life. This less than pleased my family and friends and most of them, family included, have never treated me the same. For all intents and purposes- these changes have positively impacted my life, emotional and overall health, and happiness.

Lately I have been reflecting on how sad it is, that because of a choice to leave an organization that only brought me pain and heartache, I have lost whatever standing I had with them. I know it’s their loss in the long run- and I have done everything I can as I’ve grown and changed to be loving and understanding, but it still makes me immensely sad.

I wish only for the same understanding, acceptance, and belief in my goodness, that I have tried to extend to them. However as the years pass and I am constantly shown the pattern of the relationship they want with me, I lose hope that I will ever have this.

I’m still your daughter, your sister, your friend. I wish you could see that.

Poetry as Insurgent Art

I just read through this entire book in 40 mins. A friend gave it to me to read and I haven’t picked it up yet. All of a sudden earlier I just started reading it and I couldn’t put it down. It’s done things to my mind and heart I can’t even explain.

I can’t even explain.

I was crying and laughing and smiling.

You should all read it.

If you have a heart, or a soul, or a brain, you should read it.

Just do it.