Wednesday, November 18, 2009

What We Do


What we do
in this life matters.

It matters at
that point where
our separateness begins.

It matters how
we treat others.

It matters because
we are there, too,
inside their skin with them,
even when neither of us
realizes it.

1 comment:

  1. Medusa

    Every choice she made
    Was deliberately wrong
    When her life messed up
    She blamed everybody else

    Tattoos of snakes
    Across her shoulders
    She thought would make
    Her more beautiful

    When she wrote of black
    Sugar babies she claimed
    She never intended
    Any racial slur

    She was only feeding
    Precious her baby daughter
    Dressing her up
    For beauty pageants

    Mommy baby hated
    Her former husband
    Drooling over and dreaming
    Of younger hunks

    Who will rescue her
    From her dark cave
    Where vipers shadow
    Her calumny and spite

    [Disposable Poem November 18, 2009]
    Dr. Mike

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