All morning I searched for some fiction bite to give, but this lasting cold and the tooth problem (though a bit better and getting taken care of soon) on top of working a little on the serial I plan to bring you soon…I’m tapped.
Sorry, here’s a poem to make up for it:
Broken Pieces of MeLooking in a shattered mirror Hate the image I see Healthy, full face To hide the lies inside I am not whole I’m broken Throw a chair across the room Hear it crash on wall Nothing is whole It’s all been broken Dammit! I’m human! Look at me! Smash the mirror again Blood trickles Over scratched fists Toxic blood I don’t deserve this Don’t pretend I’m not human So you can’t feel the pain.
Wow, I’ve gotten rather depressive with my posts. I promise a happy memory this Monday! In the meantime, I hope the poem speaks to you. I’m particularly fond of the last two lines. I see people doing this to others way too often. Dehumanization commonly precedes wrong-doing against another, serving to justify the mistreatment in our minds.
Mostly I wanted to capture the pain of a traumatized and oppressed outcast. I think I wrote this poem from Gida’s perspective (from Paper Sun).
Finally, if you see even a little of yourself in this poem, try a little Pink in ASL.