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Lessons unlearned : On Respect

Photo by  Lisa Herbert You can't burn bridges then ask me to find my way back. Like where all good things come from; Twitter, I read that you cannot heal in the same environment you got sick . Never appreciated the value of that simple statement  until I woke up choking , in absolute seething anger , at family mostly .Because although I have mastered the 'outside people' , here I am , the 'outside people' to my inside people . And there is nothing I could do . My mum said never to use the word "hate" . It's ugly and cheap and so absolute . So here is my unlearned lesson; that loyalty must be given to family . No ! Loyalty , respect and all that is wanted must be given to those that earned it . 

Decay 2018

Painting by Lucy Harding I'm so mad at myself  That despite the foul stench of decay  That I'm emanating I'll still choose you  My murderer  Without thinking  From a heart not beating  Because of you  I'll still choose you Death over life Without you  Over me My lover. In death.  You.

Concession

Conscience: A place where guilt goes to die,  Guilt : A final resting place of shame , Shame: The resurrection place of ambition, Ambition: The dying place of morals,  Morals: The incarceration place of innovation,  Innovation : The side effect of growth , Growth : The incubation of faith,  Faith : The fool's capital,  Capital: conscience final resting place. 

Stories About the Dead : Shame II

/ ʃeɪm / Cambridge: If something is  described  as a shame, it is  disappointing  or not  satisfactory; an  uncomfortable   feeling  of  guilt  or of being  ashamed  because         of  your  own or someone else's  bad   behaviour;   loss  of  honour  and  respect; to make someone or something  seem  not good by  comparison. I like shame. It keeps everything together.  To locate shame ,  you have to look underneath your ribs where your heart lies.  Here lies my shame  My people love to tell a story;  of morality,  of culture,  of values; additives to my inherited shame.  My shame in being a woman, afforded to me by my birth.  shame on my growth ,  the shame on my liberation from my psychological bondage.  my cradle to the world.  ...