flaming jewels

i will hold i will not break

i respectfully submit to you that perhaps you are wrong.

you would "rank" my suffering as "more" or "less" than someone else's? you would "rate" oppression? i hate it when people do that.

you would sit in judgment of me, of my life? you would presume to evaluate my pain or "lack" thereof? it is, of course, your prerogative to judge or evaluate if you wish, but i respectfully submit to you that perhaps you are wrong.

you do not know me. you do not know my heart nor my soul. the inner workings of my life are a mystery even to me. but each suffers in her own way. each feels his own pain.

do you know my past? my present? my future? you do not. but i will tell you: i have suffered, suffer now, and will suffer more.

and you would judge it? you would "rank" it?

i respectfully submit to you that perhaps you are wrong.

you do not know what i suffer. you do not know me.

and now, you won't.

my heart is closed to you.

jewel@gleeful.com
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