Dear other people’s opinions,
I do not wish to continue my relationship with you.
Your are abusive.
For so long I have tried to fit into a mold to please you,
But not anymore.
I do not care about you anymore.
You sucked away my happiness when I thought about you.
You caused my stress and anxiety.
But not anymore.
I’ve learned that I’m different.
I don’t fit into your stereotypes.
But that’s okay.
Because I’m going to do what I want.
When you’re not in my life,
I feel happy.
Stress and anxiety slip away.
I am truly happy now.
So good-bye and good riddance.
You’re not in my life anymore.
And you’re not going to make your way back in.
I guarantee it.
School should be a place of learning
Not a place of yearning
When I walk in, there should be a welcome of happy faces
Not a view of soldiers with briefcases
I shouldn’t be forced to teach some fish head
Or be threatened by protestors that wear t-shirts that are red
I know I shouldn’t judge a book by its cover
But when they have faces like that it’s hard not to hover
I think I may have feelings for him
And if they find out I’ll have a torn off limb
If only everyone were accepting
I wouldn’t have this problem with people intercepting
I have this strange feeling for this beast that nobody likes
But in the end I don’t care about all the hype
the love that
wraps you in
the smile on your face.
they give you
the feeling of
knowing you’re in
the definite knowing
the details are showing
you know you’re safe.
the place knows who you are
no matter who comes in
or who comes out
it pays no mind
to your drunken nights
your late wishes
the anger that smashes your dishes
your hobbies that stay
and don’t stay
it doesn’t judge you
for that spur of the moment
or those free sidewalk couches.
it sees you without your makeup
your fancy clothes
your calculated choices
or your anything fake.
it only sees your
and it loves you all
it loves your
your morning breath
your knotty hair
your tee shirts
your holey sweats
your plastic plates
your late night wines
your dear john movies
your shower singing
your coffee-induced grooves.
your baby blankets
your best friends
your fitted sheet “folding”
your obsession with online buying of shoes.
it even loves your conversations
its like conversations
and not only you.
but don’t worry.
the walls don’t talk.
By: Elise Klingaman
Many people believe that farmers are just hicks, rednecks, and FFA and 4-H kids. They think that we all have cows and that we just grow corn. Not once do they think about what the world would be like if there was no farming. Without farmers there would be no food. I know it is a shock. Your food doesn’t start at Kellogg’s or Jimmy Dean. It starts on the farm. It is tended and nurtured to grow right from the ground if it is a crop. If it is the animal the farmers raise it from the time that it was born. We don’t abuse or hurt them, we just care for them. We work from the first rays of light until it is completely dark. We don’t just sit on a tractor and back up the roads. We work with our hands and do a lot of physical work. We work to put the food on your table. So dont sit there with your mouth full and tell me farming is worthless and that we are all the same. We are all different but we all have similarities. Believe it or not we are similar to you too. We aren’t our own species. We are human just like you and we make a difference in the world.
Don’t judge people upon their appearances or their actions. Who are you to determine what is normal and what is just. People that may be strange or abnormal could be a personable and sociable person. And to people who do bad or uncivilized actions, purposeful or not, should not be tied down and shunned for what they have done. Overlook and forgive their follies and comfort them. In the end it will create more peace than war. Now this is for the exception of people who are truly evil. Ones who deliberately hurt, kill, or otherwise be a hinderance to humanity should be avoided, forgiven but avoided. You do not want the influence of evil or darkness affecting you in the end, or otherwise influencing you to follow or mimic their actions and becoming wicked yourself.