But what is a relationship
without the freedom
of self-expression?
If you so smother
your partner
that she cannot
be herself,
you have lost your partner,
and she, truly,
should lose hers.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
But what is a relationship
without the freedom
of self-expression?
If you so smother
your partner
that she cannot
be herself,
you have lost your partner,
and she, truly,
should lose hers.
Can you beleive
how they mock me
for the way that I speak?
“Logan uses big words now.”
There’s nothing so
beautifully individual
as one’s pattern of speech,
the path to self-expression,
the words that hang on your lips,
whispering to the listener
the secrets about who you are
and where you’ve been.
It’s ok if I’m sad,
but weird if I’m morose or sullen.
It’s normal if I’m happy
but too much if I’m euphoric.
I won’t reduce my language
just so that you like the sound if it.
(I don’t, and would not, hurl insults at another’s self-expression, and I won’t carry shame — or ignominy, if you don’t mind — for mine.)