November 15, 2013


confrontation, a necessary evil…

forgive me Father…

it has been 33 years since my last


out of the womb and into the light,

crying, squalling for attention…

as i grew, i became silent…

like the well-mannered girls of old…

i squeezed and twisted and turned

to fit every mold,

just so i wouldn’t make waves…

so i wouldn’t upset the fragile, delicate

balance that was my life…

perhaps if i’d squalled a little louder,

or spoken up a little more,

i would be comfortable confronting

those who come to affront me…

perhaps i could say ‘no’ a

little easier…

i do not wish to be callous,

but i wish, overall,

to have my say.

isn’t that the American dream?



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