Saturday, March 9, 2013
I wish I could write like Seuss
What if we tested our children for light?
And what if light was all we saw?
How they beam.
Where they shine.
Things, words, feel heavy now.
I heard someone say idiot and I wondered if they were scared they were.
Where did they draw the line of who was smart and who was not?
How in the world did we get here?
Today I am grateful to listen to what I say and notice those words I don't want to use.
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