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Battle with the Storm

It was a pleasure to burn. - Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

'Cause Sadie moved like water poured
The shapes she shaped had angels floored
She knew her walk turned wind to fire
A wink from Sadie turned brains to mire"
-Tim Seibles, The Ballad of Sadie LaBabe

Monday, December 19, 2005

Battle with the Storm

The rain falls
And it hits the ground.
She wakes up to the
Soothing, familiar sound.

She enjoys the rain.
It becomes her friend.
It become the routine
At each days end.

But it never does
Rain for too long.
The comfort that existed
Quickly turns wrong.

The storm follows
Conflict reigns
The sky opens up
It won't be contained.

Pleasure is not first.
Lightening brings a chill.
Thunder crashes around
The bliss that was falls ill.

The fury causes fear
Can't be left alone.
She sits buy the window
Expelling her heart in the cyclone.

Through the pain
She sees a light.
Because she loves the rain,
It is natural to fight.

She will struggle hard
To get what she needs
The rain is her passion
And she will not concede.

Finally, after a rigorous battle
The storm is denied.
The pain returns
To be by her side.

She is at home now
Once again at peace.
Drinking the rain
The storm has ceased.

The rain is her lover
To him, she is bound.
She refuses to let this one get away
She returns to his familiar sound.

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The Sneetches by Dr. Seuss. This is one of my absolute favorite stories. Focusing on prejudice, it demonstrates the silliness of segregating people based on categories (race, religion, gender, etc). The story's strength is that it shows just how arbitrary these categories are.

The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman. In this classic story, a new mother suffering from what we might today call 'post-partum depression,' sinks into a still-deeper depression invisible to her husband, who believes he knows what is best for her. Alone in the yellow-wallpapered nursery of a rented house, she descends into madness.

Lies My Teacher Told Me (1995) - James Loewen

The Covert War Against Rock (2000) - Alex Constantine

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