What I Leave Behind Has A Life

I Find I Am Constantly Being Encouraged To Pluck Out Some One Aspect Of Myself And Present This As The Meaningful Whole, Eclipsing Or Denying The Other Parts Of Self.

Life Is Very Short And What We Have To Do Must Be Done In The Now.

So It Is Better To Speak, Remembering We Were Never Meant To Survive.

Somedays, If Bitterness Were A Whetstone, I Could Be Sharp As Grief.

What Woman Here Is So Enamored Of Her Own Oppression That She Cannot See Her Heel Print Upon Another Woman's Face?