Musing: Two Words

written around November of 2006

Shame on you, Mr. President,
For you know exactly what you do.

You lied your way through life,
Through Yale and Texas and the election.
You carefully snaked your icy fingers
Around the heart and soul of a once-great nation.

Shame on you, Mr. President,
For you know exactly what you do.

You disrespect the very creature that gave you life
With your repeal of the rights of women.
The very rights that women slaved for,
Cried for, marched for, and died for.

When, in your over-privileged, over-paid life,
Were you raped by a stranger in the dark?
When, in your educated, sheltered life,
Were you forced to stay silent
As your husband beat you for under-cooking the steak?

Again, I say shame on you, Mr. President,
For you know exactly what you do.

We struggle to exist in this painful,
Sexist, patriarchal world.
We struggle, we fight, and we ache for our voices to be heard;
For our basic human rights, and for our dignity.

I would say shame on you, Mr. President,
But this woman has had enough.
No more shaming or slaps on the wrist.
No. I say FUCK you, Mr. President.

This woman. One voice. One cry.
One hope. One dream.

... And two words. FUCK YOU.

Musing: Redefining Reverence

written March 13, 2008

Do not let my delicate petals deceive you; my strength is deeply rooted in mother earth. She nourishes me and teaches me how to stand firm against the elements that threaten my very existence.

Do not let my vibrant colors distract you; each one appears for a reason. Each hue tells a different story about who I am and where I come from and what I want from life.

Do not let my stature misguide you; I may be small, but my determination is infinite. I am not afraid to travel the highs and lows of the earth and sky to find the answers I need to survive.

Do not let my scent overwhelm you. It is the aroma of my soul; the very essence of life and love.

Do not uproot me to keep for your viewing pleasure; I will eventually wither and die from your selfish desire and suffocation.

Admire my strength and beauty. Respect my stature. Appreciate my flora. And recognize that equality is necessary for my survival and evolution.

Hoarking: Haikus with Anne

My friend Anne taught me a new word today: Hoark. Hoark is vomit. Thus, hoarking is vomiting. In an effort to inspire her to write, I told her to give me a topic. She gave me hoark. And now.... I give you

"Hoarking: Haikus with Anne"

one
Don't mix the liquor
And run around in circles
Hoarking is NOT fun.

two
Stay away from me
My belly does not want you
Hoarking will ensue!

three
Arby's ham and cheese
Peppermint ice cream dessert
Colorful hoarking.


Thank you to Anne for number three. You are so very talented.