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Written by a working-class Chilean woman in 1973, shortly after Chile’s socialist president, Salvador Allende, was overthrown. This is to be read by two people, one reading the bold-faced type and one reading the regular type. I am a woman. I am a woman. I am a woman born of a woman whose man owned…

Everybody Knows: You can’t be all things to all people. You can’t do all things at once. You can’t do all things equally well. You can’t do all things better than everyone else. Your humanity is showing just like everyone else’s. So:

Gone are the days, When we saw each other with a friendly gaze, Communally basking in the energy provided by the suns rays, while laughing and cheering as we went our ways,

We heard the rumours and all we did was murmur, What was once a little tumor is now causing giant tremors, We have been robbed of our sense of humour because we refused to notice the clamour, The son that should have brought us glamour has ended up shattering our  muscles, tendons and even femurs,…

By IGIT She was only thirteen, Yet she cheerfully helped her mum in their little canteen, She looked pale, scrawny, fragile and thin, And from her look you would doubt she was already a teen,

Poem: See Me

[notification type=”error”] This poem was written by an old woman living in a nursing home in Ireland. It was found among her things when she died. [/notification] What do you see nurses, what do you see? Are you thinking when you look at me? A crabbit old woman, not very wise, Uncertain of habit, with…

is an wave to sea, Love like ocean clinging the is gift God thee. Love a from to can up, Love go Love go and can down, is an wave never it’s Love like ocean it keeps ground. you with it always your If play love will steal peace. is an wave, never to Love…

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness. For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day. For poise, walk with the knowledge you’ll never walk alone. People, even more…

A man of honour a valiant hero sitting lonely in a corner corner deserted of lives What is the matter? What has made you so lonely? How can a man so great become deserted and sad? Those were the questions that swam through my mind on sighting him Questions without answers cause an hero is…

 Drop a pebble in the water: just a splash, and it is gone; But there’s half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on, Spreading, spreading from the center, flowing on out to the sea. And there is no way of telling where the end is going to be. Drop a pebble in the water: in…