So I sit in my chair.. and I write
I who am privileged beyond privilege in this world of men
Ruled by other men
And women -brought up by women, who’ve been so surrounded by men
and the lack of men, that they teach their daughters
to be hard in places that were meant to be softer
but because of some men, ‘soft’ has become synonymous with weakness
and weakness with women
so neither women or men have chances to be soft when softness is
necessary
to counter the harsh of these men who create a world where killing
is routine
and dying is expected
and grieving is untaught, and an unraveling, but a given
and sometimes
in my grief for another lost.. another beloved snatched over
before
he or she would have walked willingly over
as I am surrounded by the confusion of many around me
the questions as to ‘how’ this could happen
I am inspired to look into myself
And see things ugly, and true, with implications so dire, it hurts to
look at the world; I come to a simple truth:
As long as there is ANYTHING I would be willing to kill over
As long as there is ANY single thing: a daughter, a son, a wife, a lover,
A friend, a mother, a principle..
As long as there is any situation I can think of wherein I would take a
human life,
then there are others who will have that same disposition.. and the
Somethings they would kill for will almost certainly not match mine.
In the end, there is no end. There is either a shifting, or a continuance.
Either I find a way to live in this world where no matter what the circumstances
I am unwilling to take life-
Or I live with the fact that life will be taken
And sometimes, the life will be very
Very
Close to home