Not everything that rhymes teaches
Not everything that flies is a bird
not everyone knows
The value of a great friendship
Not everything that goes... Comes back
We don't always close the door
we sin a lot
We are insane, sometimes hypocritical
All that glitters is not a jewel
Not everyone knows how to love...
don't help others
not everything is so beautiful
Like the flowers of the woods
not everything is forever
We make mistakes periodically
we are not always happy
We complain about everything and everyone
We stress for so little
We are not always willing
We always find fault in others
Human beings, crazy beings
Who live killing each other
we don't know anything
We are like newborn children
We are small, seeds, atoms
not everything is easy
Not everything that rhymes teaches
Not everything that flies is a bird.
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Letter to our Queer & Trans Youth
Hey, you. I thought I’d start this letter by telling you a little about myself, just so you know who you’re dealing with. I’m an emotional dad, father to three amazing kids who we met through the foster care system, and whose presence in our lives has really transformed my sense of responsibility to the communities that surround us. The connections we’ve made with one another, with our extended families, and with the communities where we live and look for belonging have catapulted us into this whirlwind of emotional tumult which, while not easy by any stretch of the measure, has also been remarkably healing. I realize ours is really only a one-sided chosen family, since our kids didn’t get to choose to live here, but I’d like to think that they did choose to let us love them, which allowed them to grow to love us. And I think that’s where I want to go with this letter- to a place where you can find belonging and healing- even if the pathway there may be peppered with some emotional tumult.
By F Cade Swanson4 days ago in Pride
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