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  • Jailor to my imprisoned life
    This is a beginning to an end, that which you can never
    understand. Your mind began to open, then as quickly it
    slammed shut. You fear those who cannot hurt you, yet
    the dangerous you embrace. With words you speak of
    understanding, but only to the face. The mask you wear
    is ever changing, to fit the need at hand. Throwing
    belief as if you wrote them, they are contrary to
    actions. If not like you in thought and deed, then know
    it can not be. You spout the degree of a science
    professor, the knowledge you do not possess. Never the
    less they say it is so, but they do not exist. You feed on
    the carrion of others misfortunes, and offer vanity for a
    script. Judgment fills your pocket, so you always
    have an enough. The other pocket carries excuses, for
    the two go hand an hand. Your own wickedness you
    condemn in others, guilt is comforted by accusations
    placed carefully on a friend. Eyes are diverted by truth,
    and then blindness soon sets in. You cannot keep up in
    a world diverse; your mind is frozen to yesteryear.
    Holding tight to prejudice, of a time soon to be
    forgotten. The screams you hear are those you make,
    insisting all must hear. They’re in your head, no sound
    they make; your hearing is impaired. You hear what
    you want, deaf to the words not sanctioned. The color
    black finally given place, but grays are far too many and
    take up too much space. Like life, we will find a way.
    Where will you go when you find now you are the
    minority, and lose your precious rights.
    Sara Weatherholt

    This post was edited by Former Member at May 23, 2011 12:08 AM BST
      May 22, 2011 11:43 PM BST
  • Finally!!!


    Got it to work!

    This post was edited by Former Member at May 23, 2011 12:09 AM BST
      May 22, 2011 11:50 PM BST
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    This post was edited by Former Member at May 22, 2011 11:57 PM BST
      May 22, 2011 11:54 PM BST
  • Moderator

    What is not working?

    <p><span style="color: #800080;">Girls will be boys and boys will be girls It's a mixed up muddled up shook up world except for Lola Lo-lo-lo-lo Lola</span> - Ray Davies, The Kinks</p> <p><span style="color: #3366ff;">(S)he's a walking contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction</span> - Kris Kristofferson</p>
      May 23, 2011 12:03 AM BST
  • Moderator

    Ditto Melody's comment. Also, an interesting piece, can you tell me a little more about it ...

      May 23, 2011 1:20 AM BST
  • Oh, something I did about 10 yrs ago. this is the first time I have ever had a place and chance to share it. It's of course about TransGenderism and how this country like's to pride itself on freeing the black man THEY put into slavery and that there is not longer predjudice and all men are equal, Guess that don't include us girls. hahhahaaha Or genetic one tor that matter. This all use to bother me at one time, hence the poem, but now I'm at the age and mind set it matters little. I am happy with myself and my life. I don't remember the exact reasonings at the time I wrote it. I think it had a close friend I lost because of my choices, that was the main reason. Sorry, like I said most of what I have written and saved is from a long while ago. Now when I write it just come out and it's not something Iam writing as a poem per se, but to wonderful people like you. Thanks for the interest.



      May 23, 2011 1:42 AM BST