She was flexible, accepting a variety of lifestyles and ways of living
This helped her find her spot in the world among interesting varieties
She was ostracized and belittled by some absolutists
“"Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy." her mother said.
A reminder to be herself and do what she thought was right.
So, she forgave the ones who had bullied her and put her down.
Two of them met her at the pearly gates upon their deaths.
It is your decision, the angel told her. Shall they have mercy?
Mercy for everyone, she replied, ushering them in ahead of her.
Leftie I was and leftie I be.
I never watch stupidity on reality TV
Except Married at First Sight
Which gives me delight
I am a hippie, a gypsy, a faerie, I flee….
From those who have absolute ideas, for they frighten me.
My ideas are flexible,
I am a listener, and a jumper.
I jump from this to that easily,
Fearful of the thumpers and stumpers.
I am the most liberal liberal I know, and I know many for sure
I have over fifteen hundred Facebook followers, so eclectic and pure.
I run from those who want me to believe in their ways
I follow my heart, and my spirit guides, dancing through my days.
My spirit animals are there, I am open to empaths galore.
They are my kind of people.
Absolutists I abhor.
I do not hate anyone, or want anyone to have any harm.
Love is the key I think, it is part of my charm.
She is a knock out! The space cowboys were whispering.
I turned and looked. In her earth costume they were not wrong.
I am the alien’s doctor, so I know how they look naturally.
They have four eyes, two mouths and a beak.
They have learned not to show themselves to Earthlings.
In their natural forms anyway, Earthlings are absolutists.
With an absolute way of thinking – people have to look a certain way.
If they do not, they are not accepted. I kept their confidence.
I wanted this get-together between Earthlings and aliens to go well.
So far, so good. The space cowboys were duly impressed.
They were arguing who was going to invite the sexy alien to a dance.
The alien woman caught my eye and grinned, loving the attention.
Don't. Can't. Won't. Listen. Listen.
My mind is awhirl. Too much of that stuff.
Life is redundant. My friends are boring.
My parents are fussy. Absolutists.
No room for me. I try to get in my truth.
Screaming it out in looks
For I am not allowed to speak
Unless spoken to. Right?
My mind is awhirl. Wanting to break out.
Of this prison where I was put right away.
Little ladies don't get dirty.
Don't speak until spoken to.
My friends jabber about the same stuff.
Every day. A rewind conversation.
I am screaming with my eyes
And my body language.
No one cares.
As long as I
don't show
my crazy.
I cannot be her friend because she has pink yarn in her hair.
Who says?
My mother.
Can you at least be her friend at school?
No.
Let me guess.
You have an Absolute Book at your house….
Yes, and we sing the absolute song at our house nightly.
How does that go again?
“Absolutely no yarn in hair,
Absolutely no tattoos or rings.
Absolutely no make-up.
Absolutely no outsiders can learn these sings.”
But you are sharing the song with me?
Yes.
But I am an outsider.
Oh. I did not know that.
Forget you heard it, okay?
I do not want to lose my standing in my family.
They have already disowned three of my sisters and two brothers.
Your secret is safe with me.
Absolutists. Nothing like them.