i celebrate the commercial aspect of most holidays, so don't think i don't see your racist, sexist, capitalist ways. school really does blur the lines between fact and fiction. i was always on the honor roll, but my childish ignorance and understanding of true pain was a blessing in blocking the realization of what really went on every year before me, every year during me, and every year after me. i'll still look down, or up, or to the left or right, when my body had turned in to dark gray ashes, and 'tsk' and feel

• sorrow
• hatred

heavy annoyance for the stupidity and greed of many, while my chest echoes the ripping of muscle of the pain for the innocent.

i celebrate bright eyes and open minds.