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A Little Lower than the Angels

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She is woman.
She is not prey.
He is man.
He is not a beast
of fright.

And I am not a fan
sick singer
marooned
lost in the
savanna
chasing
shadows
in the
night.

You are woman.
You are not prey.

There are no 50
100
even 1000
shades of gray.

Your infatuation with
domination
makes me wonder
how you lost
your way.

You are man.
You are not beast.

You have eaten the
piece that has
no peace
so swollen by
lies
you have
become
obese.

Return to where we
began
the image of
God
in
woman
and
man.

Made to live
a little lower
than where the
angels
sing.

Humanity’s
children,
grow back
your
wings.

The Anorexic Comments of Boys

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After school on the way to an appointment my daughter has a quick snack of tortilla chips left over from her lunch.

While munching she mentions to me that the boys in her school say she’s fat because she eats so well.

I am annoyed and immediately say so, telling her she definitely is not fat and the boys should be ashamed for telling her so. I wonder out loud if her recent “loss of appetite” at home is because of such comments.

So tell your son (or boys you know) that you’ll wash their mouths out with soap or better yet ban their video games for a month if you ever hear that they called a girl fat.

Tell your daughters (or girls you know) that they are beautiful.

Too many boys grow up to become men who only care about a woman’s outside (or backside).

Too many girls grow up wondering if they are beautiful on the inside (and the outside).

Umbilical

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It is strange and somewhat sad that our young ingest without thought the values of those not much older than they and fight tooth and nail to thwart the wisdom of their guardians and elders.

The inevitable tearing away from the tube of the womb, from darkness into the light, is a foretaste of things to come.

But not all of the bright lights are revelatory and the sustenance given from the stage is often not what truly satisfies.

Do not lose faith.
They may run away from your words but they are listening.
Like moths seeking direction they will return again and again to your warm light.