People Museum…..

A song from the late 90’s prompted some thoughts..to surface..that had been milling about just below the surface…

And I thought…

We have become a society of non entities…soulless beings..if one can be a being with no soul…(quandary for another day)…

And people…have been put in museums….

How you say….

I will ask the parents in the group..and feel free to raise your hand and ooh ooh when you have the answer…

When was the last time…your child..children..other children…knew(without coaching or expectation of promises) how to speak respectfully…and with no shame..dripping from their mouth…to an elder…?

And yes you..mom..dad..you are their elder….

When was the last time..you did not have to bargain with them to put the cell phone down..stop yelling…and to not call you a name I will not write…or remind them of who they were speaking to…

Without them calling you worthless…

And believing(yes I said believing)…they could shame you..and tell you how to run your life…and if you did not cooperate..well…they would just show you…and they knew who they were talking to…and it certainly is not in any vocabulary I know…but it stings mighty bad…

I do not see any hands..not a one…

We have become a society of bodies…selfish..pure filth motivated…having no clue..what a person is….

We have to be told…even the elders…of what life is…

And I will admit..at one point..I sucked myself right into that…and thought all the gadgets..fancy clothes..car..and me me me..was what it is about…

Until I chose to give it all away…

And suddenly be able to make eye contact with the person in the mirror…and actually speak of humanity..with knowledge and life under my belt…

Not porn..excuse..selfishness…and the lost hope of value we parade throughout the streets…

I threw away..yes threw away the phone..gave away the gadgets…simplified the wardrobe..to essentials…and that does not mean I walk around dressed in sackcloth and ashes….

And on a side note there is a time for this…

I gave all I had accumulated to..charity…and kept those things most precious…

The lives I had created…and the memories of them…portrayed in still pictures…

And as I still pursue this life…this career…I am reminded..of why my heart aches…through things I have heard spoken..

With me around..to me..about me…and others…

Like when an elder died…and I was told a tear was all that was needed..and shake it off…

Life..reduced to a shrug off…a stripped bed..and a life..burdensome to many..packed up in trash bags..to be left at the door of beggars…because no family wanted it…

A father shamed..because he made a child accountable…and the child shamed one his father loved…

And we all believe this is ordinary…behavior that is appropriate…and this too shall pass…

So step up..look at the people in the museum…whose shoulders are not burdened with boulders of shame…

So odd to see…encased in protective glass cases…rosy color fills their cheeks…soft timid smiles…play across the lips…look no private parts are revealed…

I know boring…right…

Oh look…beings…hineys..and boobs for display…mouths running over with demands…filth oozing out of fingertips…waxy skin..painted red with malice…glassy..overcome eyes..souls bathed in porn and addiction…

You know this..right…?!!!!

Do you know the other….?

Or is that why you went to the museum today…

To find a person….

 

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~ by HopeGlenn on May 7, 2014.

2 Responses to “People Museum…..”

  1. Hey ma’am
    Missed u was an African Safari,wierd since am black but ….ok,enjoyed getting back to ur page after a month away.
    Hope all is well over there.
    I send my love

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