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Monthly Archives: February 2007

To whom it concerns,

Darlene’s work will be late

It fell on her pancakes and stuck to her plate.

To whom it concerns, my ma made me write this

And I’m just her kid, so how could I fight this.

To whom it concerns, I lost my assignment

Maybe I’ll get lucky,

solitary confinement.


To whom it concerns,

Darlene’s great with the ball

But guys don’t watch tomboys when they’re cruising the hall.

To whom it concerns,

I just turned thirteen

Too short to be quarterback,

too plain to be queen.


To whom it concerns,

I’m not made of steel

When I get blindsided my pain is quite real.

I don’t mean to squawk,

but it really burns.

I just thought I’d mention it,

to whom it concerns…


I never thought I would take a
show like Roseanne to have much meaning rather than just a comedy type
show but there are some episodes in there that can hit your gut like a
ten pound hammer. Last night I couldn’t sleep after having a rather
serious conversation with a great person. I flipped on Roseanne and
this episode came on. The name of it was called “Brain Dead Poet’s
Society.” Darlene was forced to write an assignment for class on
something that made her happy or brought her to a happy place. She was
going to procrastinate and do it after the basketball that was on t.v.
Roseanne set her foot down and said that it had to be done before the
game. Upstairs Darlene was doing everything but writing this poem when
Roseanne came up to put away their clothes when she went rubbaging
through her old high school things when she presented Darlene with her
old journal full of several types of writings, mainly poetry. Darlene
being the careless one said you just saved me, she was going to copy
one of hers. Several days later one of Roseanne friends come over and
spill the news that Darlene’s poem was picked to be read at a showcase
type thing, Darlene insists on not going. After a whole run around and
very sensitive moments were revealed with her mom, she went and read it

Darlene’s poem that was showcased
on the show hit close to home with me. I do write my own poetry but
nothing this original or something purely genius as this is. The part
about guys not looking at a tomboy walkin’ down the hall, and the
feelings not made of steel and it hurts when you’re blindsighted; it’s
just purely genius.

Just thougth I’d share something that made me cry last night;

Because after all my feelings aren’t made of steel.


In life I’ve learned that the one person that you thought will never
let you down will and that the only thing that keeps you living from
day to day is the hope that we have instilled in others. It’s amazing
how we take all of our hopes, dreams, and fears and trust in someone
else but it’s the hardest to believe in our own self. Is the hope that
we put towards others the same hope that we spend a life time trying to
find for ourselves? In the nineteen short years I have lived on this
earth I have dealt with heartache, misery, depression, and so much
more. Each person always thinks that they have it worse off than
another but in reality there is always someone that has it worse off
than you. Why is it when you approach someone and ask how their day is
they always answer with “good” or “alright, how about yours?” How come
humans are so afraid to admit that they’re having a bad day? That’s
what we humans are; happy plastic people. Casting Crowns wrote a song
about people like us. Every human is capable to depend on another
person for several things. Why is it that we have all become so
inferior of one another? It’s amazing how humans don’t hang on to
another person’s every word because there is so much to learn from one
another. I believe that every human has at least one
good story to tell. If you ever get the chance to take the time out of
your meticulously demanding schedule and listen to the words that
another human speaks you will find yourself bewildered but delighted.
Humans are more powerful beyond reason. Marianne Williamson previously
wrote in her book “A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of a
Course in Miracles” that “Our deepest fear is not that we’re
inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It
is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask
ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of
God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing
enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure
around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to
make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some
of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we
unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are
liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates
others.” If we all lived by those words do you think this world would
be better off and that our neighboring stranger wouldn’t judge us by
the clothes we wear or the way we portray ourselves? Is it so much that
we not only have to prove ourselves to everyone but we actually care
what that “other person” thinks so much to let it run our lives. It’s
funny though when you think about that. God doesn’t judge us by our
sins and neither does Jesus. After all, Jesus did die on the cross to
prove that love is real. So where’s the love y’all?