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Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: more thoughts from the kat [Katherine Alexandra ] ET: poem [shell ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 28 Jul 2000 15:42:09 -0700 (PDT) From: Katherine Alexandra Subject: ET: more thoughts from the kat change everybody wants to be a little more then what they are but elizabeth you dont have to try so hard. everybody is hating what they have wondering about the other side of the country everybody is packing up and leaving i know i ran but so did you elizabeth everyone is searching for that person that somehow will change the way they see this place but elizabeth you gotta search with your own eyes everybody is wondering what happened to elizabeth little girl. curl up into a ball and hope this didnt really happen push your face agains the mirror close your eyes yes girl this is real but ya didnt realize when you were only 16 how things would turn out to be hey little girl com back to your home mommys waiting with a piece of pie and daddy is wondering what happened to those pink ribbons your sister is on prozac numbing down her reaction while that big brother isn't bothering waiting for you walk across the street ya, you dyed your hair blond thinking it would make you cuter you tradeded in your glass for contacts you are a big girl now... go curl up into the ball in the corner by the magazines go curl up and hide __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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Invites. http://invites.yahoo.com/ ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 28 Jul 2000 16:36:55 -0700 (PDT) From: Katherine Alexandra Subject: ET: fullcircle when i was 9 years old i had a report to do for my american history class. i was very anti boys at my young age, feeling that they all smelled. well since men have been the loudest in the history books, there were more men on this list of names, for a school assigment we had to dress as some american historian and give a speech, pretending to be the person. once the list got to me, being a "w" i had the last choice, i saw the name Sojourner Truth and about 15 names for the boys. there were 5 more girls in the class. they all picked a boys name saying "who is sojourner truth" well i didn't know, but i sure as hell wasn't going to be a boy....funny thing this woman taught me a lot about life at a young age. she was a strong black woman in the south trying her hardest to fix things. she walked around with a book in her hand, even though she couldn't read. i'm doing a report, now my second year of college, on black rights and womens rights. guess who i ran into a again? yup, my long lost friend sojourner truth. over 10 years later, she's knocking on my door reminding me of what, at 9 years of age, i vowed to be true. here is a speech from her, hope y'all take time to read this, its really beautiful. delivered 1851 at the womens convention in akron, ohio AIN'T I A WOMAN? well, children, where there is so much racket there must be something out of kilter. i thnk that twixt of negroes in the south and the women at the north, all talking about rights, the white men will be in a fix pretty soon. but whats all this here talking about that man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages and lifted over ditches and to have the best place everywhere. nobody ever helps me into carriages or over mud puddles, or given me the best place! and aint i a woman? look at me! look at my arm! i have ploughed and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head me! and aint i a woman? i could work as much and eat as much as a man-when i could get it-and bear the lash as well! and aint i a woman? i have borne 13 children,and seen most of them sold off into slavery. and when i cried out with mothers grief, none but jesus heard me! and aint i a woman? then they talk about this thing in the head, whats this they call it? (member of audiance whispers "intellect") oh yeah, thats it honey! whats that go to do with womens rights or negroes rights? if my cup wont hold but a pint and yours holds a quart wouldnt you be mean not to let me have my little half measure full? then that little man in black there, he says women cant have as much rights as a men, cause christ wasnt a woman! where did christ come from? where did your christ come from? from god and a woman! man had nothing to do with him! if the first woman goid made was strong enough to turn the world upside down all alone, these women ought to be able to turn it back, and get it right side up again! and now they is asking to do it, the men better let them. obliged to you for hearing me, and now old sojourner aint go nothing more to say. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Kick off your party with Yahoo! Invites. http://invites.yahoo.com/ ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 28 Jul 2000 18:39:38 -0700 (PDT) From: shell Subject: ET: poem Dear Y'all, I got my wisdom teeth out (all 4) and feel quite frankly, like shit, and so I'm officially a homebody the whole weekend. Not doing jack nothin, except for going out and getting Ben & Jerry's ice cream. (Choc. Chip Cookie dough or Cherry Garcia...i dunno) So all I'll be doing is sitting in my bed, listening to my music as loud as i want, eating ice cream and yakking on the phone all day. (Ah... the priveleges of feeling like crap enough to be put on valium) Anyway, on to the poem. Memoirs of the Elusive Wooden Bead And she thinks you're just so novel, you're so wonderful you're so great, you can have anybody in the world, cuz you're so awesome. You're so righteous and everyone should just bow down and kiss your feet for you are God and feel the constant need to enforce this for all of our understanding. Fine. But DO NOT try to break me, you will NOT succeed. Do not ask me for help, I will not care. Do not talk to me, I will not listen. Do not comment on anything I say, I will ignore you. "You can't bring me down, 'cause I'm better than you!" And DO NOT stand in my way, I WILL walk around you! Remember from now on that no matter what you do what you say who you talk about me to YOU will NOT break me. You CANNOT break me. And you CAN'T bring me down. Because I truly am, better than you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Comments, questions, concerns welcome with open arms! Court Buhg _______________________________________________________ Say Bye to Slow Internet! http://www.home.com/xinbox/signup.html ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #281 **********************************