TO JUDGE IS TO FORM AN OPINION OR ESTIMATION OF AFTER CAREFUL CONSIDERATION I love watching people. I judge them. It’s natural and it is a smart and healthy thing to do. We look at them and we assess all kinds of things. It’s how our brains work. The problem arises when we make the quick judgments…
I was living inside a landscape Where the jagged earth swallowed All the stories we’d tried to paint A place where hostile suns mutilated And ruined our beautiful serene skies Open skies where our hearts once soared Before they took a fateful turn and dove Falling fast into an ocean full of eyes It was…
I can feel yesterday finally dying Withering itself away inside of me The notions I had, I no longer have The feelings that tormented me They are close to barely breathing The people that fueled the insanity They are very much alive, but dead Dead to the person I am becoming Finally, just stories already…
Believe in love even when it’s hard Hope even when it’s complicated Strive for unity even in the face of diversity and remember Bravery makes impossibilities possible
We can’t see past the reflections Written and created by producers Selling lies from their silver screens Projecting fear and disharmony Turning lives into hollow screams They follow her and pick at her They antagonize her and berate her They feed her lines to use as hers Then they tell her she is brilliant And…
If you haven’t heard of J.C. Hannigan you are in for a huge treat because she is someone I adore. I met her along with several other wonderful people when I joined Stigma Fighters. She was born with a chronic pain bone disorder called Multiple Hereditary Exostoses and I imagine writing was not only a…
I originally posted this poem on facebook. Did you know I have a facebook page? Sometimes I will post poetry straight to the page and I love it when people comment with their own stanzas or lines in return. Every now and then they make it here along with the comments like today! MY FACEBOOK PAGE…
Come see me over at Sisterwives Speak today! What starts out as a sweet and friendly waltz can become a tango before you realize the tempo has changed. When two people create beautiful things together… Magic happens… Until reality cuts in and says, “May I have this dance?” BEAUTY IN THE BEAST WE ALL SHINE ON…
The moment shakes my breath Unsteady and uneven streams Of exhales and inhales flow As the moon throws shadows Playing hide and seek on walls Protecting me from beliefs That existed on the other side Of these satin white sheets Ideas meant to shape me Plotting to steal my identity Don’t tell me I am…
My dearest little one Your struggles Will be my struggles Your heartache Sorrow and despair Will burden me as well I will be with you To help you through them As they strengthen you As they mold you Into the strong woman I pray you will be For now though You can hold my hand…
HASTYWORDS 