LIKE I SAID....MY THOUGHTS AND RAMBLINGS.....

"One of the most heinous and damaging forms of oppression is to ignore and devalue the existence of diversity. It is discrimination by omission. Alienation is the act of making something unfriendly, hostile or indifferent. Invisible. In order to alienate you must withdraw or separate yourself or your affections from an object or from a position of former attachment. It is estrangement. I will keep you at a distance, remove you from my presence; I will make you an alien, a stranger in appearance, character, and condition. The "so-called" sexually or affectionally variant are the only group for whomm discrimintion is still legal."
from "We Are Also Proud!"--by Mary F. Player

from "DON'T KNOW, SO LET'S MAKE IT UP!---by Mary F. Player

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LET'S ALL GET MENTAL

There she sits.
The ground stares up at her constantly.
She sits as if she's waiting on the next bus
She talks; the movement of her cracked lips
and the way she sets her eyes tell me that she is definitely having a serious chat with somebody,
but I can't ever see them.
They say that not all of her switches are on.
Come on, everybody, let's all get mental.

One more time and here we go again.
He's pounding at the windows of the library repeatedly.
shouting relief, demanding justice. Two hours before opening
time.

he wants in.
They say his wiggage is on too tight and he's five cards short
of a full deck.

Aw, come on, everybody let's
get mental

They say he's buggin'

I don't know whether they are talking
about the rhythmhis feet make to the music in his head or
the squirming from the tiny creatures that may be in his pants.
The pressure of socialization has bent the brains of some,
and other's wavelengths are
incompatible with the normal frequency; I call it static. So, let's all go mental.

You spot them everywhere wrapped in plastic bags from head to toe, maybe they know something we don't know.
Surgical masks cover their mouths like misplaced surgeons of an alien psycho ward.
Some stand for hours on end at some street corner like discarded mannequins from an
out-of-business department store whose ancient doors
shut long ago.
They say they're going around the bend
and lost all of their marbles,
so let's all get mental.

She seems to always travel
with a crowd, or either it's with
the dogs she walks(6 to be exact);
Each one with their designated leash.
She refuses public transportation because her little "family" aren't allowed or it's with the
12 cats that she shares "Whiskas" with every morning and night. Her neighbors complain constantly
"she doesn't have both oars in the water, and she's three bricks shy of a load."

She glares at me, opens her
mouth, and tells me,
"FUCK THEM, LET'S ALL GO MENTAL."

written by Mary F. Player