Society of Surgeons

I live in a world of surgeons 
All who see me try to remove from me 

My backbone or my heart or brain 

Trying to convince me that without them I can live just fine 

And at my refusal, they batter me over it anyway 

I cannot stand to live in a society 

That systematically removes the vital organs of its members 

I must be whole, or I will die 

With those who have fallen prey to the demands of the world 

But I refuse that fate

I will not lie docilely under the knife of culture 

I will retain my will, my compassion and my strength 

Because it is only as a whole person that I can accomplish the most in this world 

Blown Away

My dear girl, 

Why do you compare yourself to others?

Resolve to be so kind,

Strong,

Loving,

Compassionate,

And brave 

That no one thinks twice about your beauty 

Not even yourself 

No Foolish Disciple

I am a disciple, but I am not a foolish one 

I have not drunk from the cup of ignorance 

I do not believe without first seeing proof 

I am no foolish disciple 

I walk by faith and not by sight

But my faith is rooted in stone 

I do not pray to a transient god

My God hears every groan that issues from my heart 

I am no foolish disciple 

I chose my servanthood knowing full well the consequences 

Knowing full well the rewards 

And I shall continue to choose it 

Every day of my life 

I am no foolish disciple