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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I was sat ordinarily at my broad, modern grey desk, wearing my normal bottle-green cotton dress because my mother liked it enough to let me make it into my favourite one. Her first choice was an archaic, traditional, thick navy blue dress, but that spread sexist suppression just like businesses at that time which employed males. They showed themselves out to be sexist by what they did and not by what they said. I had a large, A4 sheet of blank paper plunked down on my desk by my teacher, but with all my fibre I could not relate to it because I was so uncomfortable and tense in my dress. My Cerebral Palsy did not take to acting, and so I could not co-ordinate my fingers or arm to cut the shapes in the paper to make it into a snowflake. I behaved just how I felt. Above the law, sexist Equality comes from love Not even found here I loved the snow because it brought icy paths, and I could walk easily on any of them, sliding my way to all around. Snowdrops should be disliked, because they’re cold on your soft, cared for face, but they did not harm me. I knew them, and it seemed as if they knew me, because they never avoided me, or picked me out in isolating specification, or differentiated me away from anybody else. Notwithstanding, I always initially reminded myself that they were not people and so were not relational, but they were. It was as if they were. A communication existed from them, one which was solid, hot and real, whilst being one which was warm rather than burning hot, and one which was physical, and so was true or permanent. Commonality The snowdrops jingle for me Sure and radiant My friends offered to cut the indents and do the origami for me, each asking me one by one in line with my emotions if I wanted them to help me because they knew who I’d really like to help me cut, and who’d also really like to help me. David was the best cutter in the class, and as a friend and ex-boyfriend he was at peace with my conundrum about faith and medicine which I’d presumably been given by life, or maybe by my own reticence and hesitation to travel through the schools complaint system until I found a friendly doctor or superior to let me arrive at my therapy stand. But until then, I just had to cope with carers. And, after all, snowflakes did understand me, as did my friends and David, who let my direct his hands on the scissors. And I cut the best snowflake in the class! How you are inside Is not the outer, the state. Snowdrop loves like friends.
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