And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. -Nelson Mandela

Only the gentle are truly strong. -James Dean


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Monday, 7 March 2011

The Green One

See me for what I am, For what I really are.
I am no light, no blanket against the wind.
No hope, no blessing of any kind.
I will not help you, or shield you for oppression.
You will love me, and hate me.
You will lose me, and find me.
I will make you cry in pain, and cry in joy.
You depend on me for salvation, and for happiness.
I will hurt you, and break you.
I can kill without a hand, or any weapon.
What am I?
Paper in the wind, in a man's back pocket.
A women's purse, and child's fist.
I Am Money.

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