as told by my mother

you can't find it a bottle
or pour it on your hair
breed it in the bed or from a dish
it doesn't come on a hanger
or the style of shoes you wear
you don't drive it down a street
you don't walk it to the store
it's not between the pages of a book
or the color of your home
you don't drink it from a glass
or eat it with your salad fork
you can't steal it from your neighbor
or borrow it from a friend
it's not in a bank account
or the hours that you keep

as told by my mother
it's not the color of your skin
the length of your hair
or the shape of your body

class
rich or poor
tall or short
laborer or professional
child or parent
you either have it
or you don't





Question:
When did *we* decide that life was *just* a game?

do you see yourself as nothing more than an animal, and if so which kind?
Does it bloody, maim and kill it's own?
If you believe in evolution, when do you think man will stop killing him/herself over idealogies of religion and land?

death 4 being unorthodox