"...the sexual orientation of my parents has had zero impact on the content of my character."

I have this problem, you see
It seems those around me don’t know what I’m thinking
Don’t know what I’m feeling
About them
For them
Don’t know my fears
They don’t know, most of all
My happiness, from time shared
Or hugs traded
From jokes made
And comments said
I need to be reintroduced to words
Not written words
I need you to hear

Someone once told me that the power in all relationships lies with whoever cares less, and he was right. But power isn't happiness, and I think that maybe happiness comes from caring more about people rather than less.

How radiant our universe
How narrow our view
To think we’re significant
A laughable untrue

Direct your eyes upward, outward; explore
Vast arrays of complexities our world has in store
Amidst our missteps, mischiefs, and misfires
A wealth of surprises we’ve yet to acquire

RAINN : Rape, Abuse, & Incest, National Network…

• 1 in 6 women and 1 in 33 men will be a victim of sexual assault in their lifetime.
• College age women are 4 times more likely to be sexually assaulted.
• Every 2 minutes, someone in the U.S. is sexually assaulted. (This figure does not include victims 12 years old or younger.)
• 60% of sexual assaults are not reported to the police.
• Approximately 73% of rape victims know their assailants.
• Only 6% of rapists will ever spend a day in jail.

http://www.rainn.org/get-involved

Do you ever find it hard to show someone you care?

Because maybe you do
But somewhere along the line
A few too many times
It’s felt like they maybe don’t care about you?

I enjoy this.

Slowly, carefully a school bus
Half yellow
Half white
Drops off
Chubby
Rosy-cheeked
Runny-nosed
Hats, coats, mittens, scarves, boots
Run, slip, tumble, fall inside

As humanity vanishes, nature emerges
As society dulls, nature sings on
Birds speak, fly
Wings slice the falling snow
Turn your ear and close your eyes  
It whispers

Crackle
Snow beneath tires
Scrape
Cement below shovels

Snow still falls, but I suppose there are to-do’s still to be done
We reemerge
Snow’s whisper becomes lost