Disabled Chronicles, No. 45: Before I started school, I remember being put through a battery of what I now know were tests. I’m not sure what they were tests for but I can only imagine they measured my cognition, my ability to learn and my psychological state. I remember the tests were somewhat interesting, considering I didn’t exactly know all my colors yet or how to count fully or how exactly the world was supposed to work. I was only
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2016 © Sandra Jean-Pierre Animals will be animals, regardless of the God they serve. Where love does not abide violence is eminent, where disregard for life lives, Death is gatekeeper. No God is needed to know this.
©2016 Sandra Jean-Pierre Wiry promises through tinny phone lines fall rusted at my feet water to my ankles brushing past my knees, stopping air from meeting my nostrils engulfed in a sea of lies that never knew Truth’s existence And I wonder: how can Life sleep at night?
© 2016 Sandra Jean-Pierre Maybe In another life, where our skins aren’t so papery-thin and our minds aren’t so filled with resignation. …where our ships don’t sail in the darkest of nights, maybe that’s where the sun will greet us.
I am not an easy person to love. I am a challenge, a case study in patience. I am complicated. Not on purpose. I’m not sure people set out to be elaborate, thorny bundled masses of Complex® on purpose. It’s just what you end up with once Life, situations … people are through with you. You wind up getting up from the ground one day and realize how ramshackled and rough around the edges you are and in the next