The Hypocritic OathA child has died. Did anyone shed a tear?More Like This
Amidst the praise, the "tolerance", the "justice",
Did anyone look for Hippocrates' son?
Or have we done irreparable harm?
A parent long ago had gifted
Her child with poison addictive.
In horror we cried, "Give alcohol to a child!?"
How obvious was the poison then...
When I was a small child, I often dressed up as Batman.
Other days as a ghost, a wizard, and yes, even a girl.
That does not make me Batman, a ghost, a wizard, or a girl.
In fact, here's something for your thoughts:
If men and women are not defined by such superficial things as clothes,
Why are transgender boys defined by their enjoyment for wearing dresses?
Please consider: why do we tell boys they are not ghouls or goblins, even when they think they are?
Why is the beauty of gender seen as arbitrary, inconstant, and artificial as a magazine ad?
Perhaps it was those very ads.
Perhaps, somewhere deep down, Hollywood delivered its message:
"There is no manhood, there is no womanhood
GethsemaneSometimes, when I see the face of someone in painMore Like This
With tears streaming down their face
Bawling out a cry of distress
I feel a tinge of sorrow
Regardless of whether it's a real person or not
Or whether they really are in pain
And I wish from the bottom of my heart
That I could reach out and cuddle them
And dry their tears
But then I remember there is One
Who I brought tears upon
More tears than any of us could cry save it be unto death
And not tears of water either
Tears of blood
Trickling from every pore
Because of the pain I caused Him
Which was perfectly real
And I cannot reach out to cuddle Him
Nor can I ease His pain
Nor do I feel nearly enough sorrow for what I have brought upon Him