Closed. The boat sank, the sharks won.

March 12, 2009

Little boxes.

Little boxes….

Do not put me in a box.

Do not make me conform to your patriarchal rules.

Do not define me with your labels.

Do not force me to accept your limitations.

Do not constrain me either politically, emotionally or literally.

Do not impose your boundaries on me.

Do not make me who you want me to be.

Do not tell me what I can and cannot do.

Do not limit my dreams.

Do not enforce your domination and desires upon me.

Do not expect me to blindly agree with you.

Do not bombard me with your misogyny, bigotry and prejudice.

Do not accuse me of your misogyny, bigotry and prejudice. 

Do not accuse me of intolerance while your own intolerance flays the skin from my back.

I need only a very few labels unconditionally and those are my name and the words "friend" and "mother".  All else is irrelevant and slides like washed off dirt.

I am myself and that is enough.

Get free blog up and running in minutes with Blogsome
Theme designed by Jay of onefinejay.com