Sunday, October 19, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
Um. No.
I almost built a big no. I might still do it.
I'm all about finding common ground and getting to "yes," but everywhere I turn I see the eloquence of a well-placed "no".
My "healthy woman" email came with the caption, "No's the way to go!"
Yeah.
No.
I'm all about finding common ground and getting to "yes," but everywhere I turn I see the eloquence of a well-placed "no".
My "healthy woman" email came with the caption, "No's the way to go!"
Yeah.
No.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
An Uneasy Lesson
I am free
I forget that often so
I tell myself that
I am free
I cannot make it so
It is so
I am free
It is so
Free
Inside a crack
Deep in a crevice
Free
In a hole
With no way out
Free
In a cell
With bars and guards
Free
Tied up and blind
I tell myself
To teach myself
The ways of the world.
I forget that often so
I tell myself that
I am free
I cannot make it so
It is so
I am free
It is so
Free
Inside a crack
Deep in a crevice
Free
In a hole
With no way out
Free
In a cell
With bars and guards
Free
Tied up and blind
I tell myself
To teach myself
The ways of the world.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
"...those women who walked instead of riding the bus"
If Dennis Kucinich had been included in yesterday's Democratic presidential candidates' debate, really an exchange of blame and barbs among the truncated field of Clinton, Obama and Edwards, it might have been interesting, or at least useful to a voter interested in assessing the candidates' principles or positions. Instead, I settled for being entertained, if not educated.
Falling on the federal holiday celebrating the birth of the Reverend Doctor Martin Luther King, Jr., the candidates' words sat in a context of righteousness, protest and activism, with all three competing to offer their version of what Daddy King might have thought of today's political scene, about what it takes to make things right.
As I listened to Obama, I realized that I remain a woman who will walk instead of riding the bus, if riding the bus means supporting an oppressor, contributing to what works against my best interests, feeding the monster. Some people can sell themselves so easily. I might give myself away, but I am not for sale.
To live one's life in a form of protest, making the personal fully political, is a distinct choice. How that choice takes shape -- by exclusion or inclusion -- brings different results.
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