Contradictions

Mixing it up a bit-prose poem of the day (also, I cheated a little bit, this is a slightly edited version of a previously written piece):

Coffee shop

Frivolity varies depending on the story. The key stuck in the door, or the knob stuck in her hand. Empty shells or eggs cracking. Everyday feeling good and having good, stirring and running your fingers through it. I can't concentrate with three young girls chattering like birds behind me, bringing the image of sweet valley girl America to raging life. I sit to ponder the Barbie dolls. But I can't say such things. Not a one of us is not a hypocrite. "Little girls are a lot more fun than boys." There's nothing like a good old fashioned head smack, but what makes these words more infuriating coming out of young mouths than old ones. Different funnels to pour smoke. "[It seems like]...everyone has girls now." They must have discovered the secret. Conquer the world with sheer numbers. Put away the boys before their father knows and make them beautiful. For a fee nurse, I ask you this. Waking up to new things hard to reach, hard. Action, even more difficult. Children having children



Question of the day:

Why are others' opinions (not friends, family, or other loved ones) important to us? What keeps us from going out and doing exactly what we want?

A lovely poem to end with....