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Trade

I know I trade what I want for what I need.  We always trade but I believe few of us want to acknowledge it.  What am I trading today? Or has simply the addition of children made the trading endless.  I understand why Woolf wanted a room of her own.

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Should the mentally ill get handicap parking?

Should the mentally ill get handicap spots at the store?  I mean crazy is a handicap of mine.   I take a great deal of time, therapy, money and medication to attempt to stay on the sane train.  I just feel like a perk here and there would make me feel special.  It is hard work keeping my bipolar, ADD, insomniac, anxiety-ridden self on the straight and narrow so a shorter walk here and there may lighten the load.

P.S. And yes, I know they are for handicapable people (a term the special education teacher at my school says is correct) that can’t physically handle long walks and I am not trying to belittle or make light of that issue.  I am making fun of myself and my handicap.

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Do we matter?

You are critical because I am critical.  I will be criticized as I hear your thoughts with so few follows.  We all have so much to tell that our stories often feel tedious and mundane.  Nothing original going on in our head.  Is originality truly possible?  Hasn’t it all been said before so perhaps we look for new ways to describe the original.  Make it seem new again.  Hold it up to the light to see a new fascet that illuminates our mind for a brief moment.  Reminding us of essential truths.  We matter even if we walk alone.

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How to tell you are not mentally ill

I know you are sane because you do not hold 32 twelve-year-olds hostages in a small room to teach them to read and write every weekday.  I have a severe mental illness because I choose this as a profession and most days find it entertaining.  Twelve-year-olds have the annoyingly, astounding, ability to forget everything every 24 hours.  Their brains are akin to an etch a sketch with a sassy attitude.  So why am I sure you are not mentally ill? Because you don’t teach children, 148 kids, the language they NATURALLY SPEAK but can’t pass a test on, and I call that sanity.IMG_3468

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Worlds in worlds

I have watched commercials of starving children and wished for a more beautiful face

I have watched men beheaded and wanted new shoes

I can’t rectify the images I see with the mundane of my life

I hear of abused children and go on a new diet

My heart breaks with every image until I am splitting apart

The cracks fractured like a mosaic

I split into pieces with every horror-filled story

My empathy runs like a cut artery showering the room red

It leaves me washed on the shore exhausted from the swim

I watch a school shooting and try to find the confidence to dwell in this skin

How do I navigate this world of horror and beauty

How do I find joy without being swallowed by the cracks

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Poverty

I watched her as she looked down and kept staring at her toe.  She was talking herself into something, and suddenly she went to the woman so cleanly pressed and asked if she would buy the various items of junk in her hands, a curling iron, an old jewelry box, a wrench, and a screwdriver.  I recognized the look on the woman’s face instantly, it was pure disgust at being confronted with poverty first hand.  She firmly said no with a quick I am sorry and clenched smile.  The poor woman said she needed the money for her daughter’s medicine.  It was then that I noticed the rusted out car with a broken window.  A little girl sat watching.  Poverty destroys our worth.  It devalues as human beings.  Little girl, you don’t even deserve to get better.  That little girl was me.