And the moon grows dimmer
At the tides low ebb
And your breath comes faster
And you're aching to move
But you're caught in the web...

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Nobody can tell ya
There's only one song worth singing
They may try and sell ya
Cause it hangs them up to see someone like you

But you've gotta
Make your own kind of Music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of Music
Even if no body else sings along

You're gonna be nowhere
The loneliest kind of lonely
It may be rough going
Just to do your thing's the hardest thing to do

Make your own kind of Music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of Music
Even if no body else sings along

So if you cannot take my hand
And if you must be going
I will understand

You've gotta
Make your own kind of Music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of Music
Even if no body else sings along

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My foundations
are in the universe
my spirit is universal
despite all pressures against me
to choose sides
black or white
man or woman
gay or straight
I am still a child
and an old woman
my blood is red
my choice is not to choose
I cannot choice
I am the exception to the rule of choice
I am one and all without exception
I defy the rules
I am me.

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Sweet little cherry blossom,
blooming before her time
Moving her lips to her favorite song,
cherishing every rhyme
Swaying her hips to the rhythm,
humming along with the tune
Lost in her own little dream world
Slow dancing with the moon

Watching her I cannot help,
but go back in my mind
And suddenly I find I am 15 again

Slow dancing with the moon
Oh, the stars got in my eyes long time ago
And I've lived my life like a love sick clown
In a bittersweet cartoon
Just a dreamy eyed kid
Slow dancing with the moon

Watching the girl I'm reminded
she's quite a lot like me
Trapped in the suburbs of wonderland,
lost in her own fantasy
Somehow my heart never grew up,
no one ever burst my balloon
So here I am swirling in star dust,
slow dancing with the moon

Still believe some day my wildest dreams
will all come true
And I'll find someone who'll
make me 15 again
But until then I'm
Slow dancing with the moon
Oh, the stars got in my eyes long time ago
And I've lived my life like a love sick clown
In a bittersweet cartoon
Just a dreamy eyed kid
Slow dancing with the moon














































































































































































































Monday, May 02, 2005

I'm trying to be less spiteful towards the world.

It amazes me that even in communities that are "anti-oppression", with all those free-thinkers, there is still so much discrimination. But it's a new form, at least new to me. It's discrimination against the majority. It's one thing to not be in the majority, by choice or my fact, but it's another entirely to hate the majority solely because it is the majority. That's just as spiteful, just as harmful, as hating the minority just because they are different. And this isn't some rare occurance. It happens everyday.

How many times have you heard someone say all Christians are bigots? That all Christians hate everyone who isn't Christian? I hear it all the time. In fact, much more than I ever see Christians going off on other people, I see other people victimize themselves and so put all Christians in the role of victimizer. Yet that's so not the case. You want an example? The one person who has been most open about my spirituality, a devot Roman Catholic. The one person who has been most closed-minded about it, a fellow Atheist. I've never once heard an atheist say anything less than derogatory towards a Christian. Not once. Yet, being an atheist, I never once had a Christian ever say anything derogatory to me. Not once. And that's not for lack of chance. God knows, I get in enough religious conversations to get them plenty of chance.

Yet even I'm guilty of being angry at someone because they are in the majority. But I've finally realized it's because I'm jealous of them. Sometimes I wish I was in the majority. It would be nice if people assumed you were atheist, unless otherwise noted. Instead of assuming you were Christian unless otherwise noted. And I'm not talking just religion, that's simply the easiest example because it's got nice labels (yes I just said that). It IS nice to have most of society on your side for once. I miss that greatly. I'm jealous of those who have that. It's tiring to always be different.

But I can't let jealousy rule me. So I'm trying to stop being so spiteful to the majority. I'm trying to stop being so judgemental. I can't know someone by the name they call themselves, by the book(s) they read, even by what they say of themselves. So I'm trying to stop. Because I've been way to judgemental lately, and it's caused me to be bitter towards the world. And I don't like being bitter. I like loving everyone and being happy-go-lucky. So, I'm working on it.

brynnlee let the night fall at 12:39 PM

2 comments

2 Comments:

At 9:52 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

You are so wise beyond your years. *hugs*

 
At 2:55 AM, Blogger brynnlee said...

thank you

*hugs*

 

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