A path created by an animal has places well defined, easy to follow, they all however end abruptly. I'm left standing without a clearly defined direction. However following a human trail all of the well worn paths lead somewhere specific. (home, work, grocery store) These paths are studied and used to manipulate people. We have come to a stand still, because the awareness level has piqued. I can't imagine the time has come for equality. I can't imagine fairness, and honesty. I can't imagine the torch being passed without resistance.  I can't imagine lessons learned being given consideration.  This is just a phase and more of the same will follow.

It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

I can see you, still, listen long enough to ignore me.
It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

i find my self

To recognize my self, is more urgent than being able to recognize other people.

It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

cobwebs respond

"Talking to a real human through another person is insulting, demeaning and leaves a person feeling defenseless, vurnerable, and worthless! Chopping at the base of a tree while singing praise that it's tippy top is ideal, turns the branches into tinder, quick to ashes. Smeared on the skin for appeasement, atonement, for sins unknown." I said to the ceiling. The cobwebs responded to my breath, the ceiling isn't as easily moved.

It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

the only one

My senses trying to rationalize the sounds, pulled me out of my inner reality, to my outer reality.  Where I could hear the wind blowing causing a metal banging sound.  It didn't sound like the scratching I perceived before.  I walked to open the gate.  I saw a flash of light, I dismissed it thinking my brain wasn't fully awake.  I turned, I could see the source of the flash of light.  An electrical storm was lighting up the inside of a cloud, above the mountain.  I asked the mountain "Is everything okay?"  The mountain told me not to worry about such things it only mattered in places I wasn't welcomed.  Of all the places I'm not welcomed this is the only one worth mentioning.

It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

upward to madness

There's no where to put my drink on any of these jagged edges.  With one hand I'm supposed to be efficient?  I can let it fall and hope you replace it.  That's the same as asking me to trust you.  Trust you who has never gone without, never had to wonder about trivial details.  How strange my caution must look to you, from your insulated world of privilege.  How powerful you must feel to be able reach out and take whatever you want, without consequence.  How divine it must seem to not need to know.  How crazy I must look to not trust you like they do.  How angry you get without that control.  A little more than fair, how would you know unless I told you?  Until then it didn't matter.  It can't be the case, by example you learn, it was not my doing. It was someone else, is what you said. "Just be yourself!"; Then tell me I'm like everyone else.  I don't like them, I don't know them. It's a practical way of minding my own business.  You decide for me like a sentimental toy from your childhood.  Tossed upon a shelf until you want to play.

It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96