Don’t you understand that i love you. Even though you have ruined me for anyone else.
I’m not gentle with this heart.
I like to drop it from the top row of stadiums
& I like to give men baseball bats & see who can make it go the farthest.
He was the first who ever hit it out of the park I was jumping from the pitchers mound, & screaming
I thought that what would come next would be the rounding of the bases,
but he just threw down the bat like an emcee might with his microphone & walked off the field
I hadn’t prepared myself for getting used
for glory like that.
The trophy admired for a while but eventually used as a paperweight on the shelf in his apartment.
I’m not easy with the hearts I’m given.
I send men home bruised & bleeding.
They say they can never live up to his legendary swing,
but I’m thinking that maybe these days
my heart should stay in play,
maybe it’d be enough for a left fielder to snag it.
When he hit his home run, my heart went crashing
into a parking lot windshield
& I still have the pieces of glass to prove it
Today at work, we were discussing the issue of racism, and it’s relevance in society today. Being of the caucasian community, one might assume that I would clam up and become immediately uncomfortable. Let me just tell you, this is not the case. I have NO problem voicing my opinion and letting someone know how ignorant they are. I guess that’s the red head in me. ;)
The overwhelmingly repeated statement made by my white coworkers was
"I don’t see color"
While some may disagree, I whole heartedly believe that this is total bullshit. It’s a cop out. A way to say, I’m not racist, we are all the same. When in fact, we aren’t! Don’t get me wrong, I believe we are all human, and deserve equal treatment in EVERY situation, but to same that we are all the same is an insult. It’s down right mad.
The fact is, i DO see color. I see the differences between races, ethnicities, and cultures. I see how different it can be to be a “Beautiful Black Woman” or a “Strong White Man” , and thats incredible to me. To say that we are all the same would be to say that there is nothing special about any of us. The way a black woman’s hips sway when she walks, without even trying, or the way a hispanic woman immediately becomes a mothering figure to all those around her, these are only TWO of the distinct beautiful differences. There are endless more!
I am a 23 year old white woman, and I see color… and all it’s breath-taking beauty.
I sit next to you and the silence falls like rain drops on a warm summers night. I yearn to play in the words but I left my umbrella with the last man who forced my eyes to precipitate.
I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once
What happens to me when I learn something new, and it happens every day, is that I just feel a little more at home in this universe, a little more comfortable in the nest. I’m afraid that just about the time I begin to feel really at home, it’ll be over.
“Darling, I love…”
She stopped reading.