Sunday, May 5, 2013

Magpie 167 - Bending Gender


Young Woman Picking the Fruit of Knowledge ~~ Mary Cassatt, 1892


love me for who I am
not what you want me to be
what you might wish for me

love me for who I am
do not abandon me
because I am different

love me for who I am
as I endeavor to make my body
fit the soul that is me

love me for who I am
no longer able to hide
behind the tears and girly laugh

I was born this way
different, original, strong
love me for who I am






33 comments:

  1. I am one of five trustees on the board of a foundation whose focus lies in supporting the LGBT community ... as a result, I've listened to many young folks describe the terror, pain, joy they feel coming to terms with their sexuality.

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  2. An important message excellently expressed.

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  3. Beautifully written, we should heed that cry.

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  4. A cry from many hearts, you've caught here. ♥

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  5. Helen- you are amazing! What a tribute to the LGBT community.

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  6. love me as i am...what more can any of us hope for you know...but many are not afforded...

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  7. A wise reminder to listen and avoid causing the hurt that can last a lifetime. Well said!

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  8. She rally strikes me as unsure- so I think you called it correctly!

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  9. What a brave poem. I enjoyed your unique take because I see both feminine and masculine qualities playing out in this work of art.

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  10. If only we could all be loved for who we are!

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  11. Oh, to be loved and accepted as I am ... to discover and nurture the 'I AM' within ... to know to my roots that I am valued and loved for my core qualities ... it's a universal hope!

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  12. "Love me for who I am" - exactly what I keep saying to Ada!

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  13. Rather stunning in its way; beautifully done.

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  14. Interesting thoughts, Helen. Thanks.

    In River City, a transgendered gal went to buy a wedding dress. The shopkeeper said she was a he, and men didn't get to try on dresses in her shop.

    Yesterday, there was a "gathering" — a well-reported gathering, in fact — of people who were not amused with the shopkeepers' insensitivity. My body didn't make it to the store for the gathering, but my spirit did.

    Blessings and Bear hugs!
    Bears Noting
    Life in the Urban Forest (poetry)

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  15. Beautiful poem

    Thanks for the visit about my mini kitchen remodel. You asked about my cabinets. I didn't refinish them, I used a dark brie wax and just waxed them for a deeper color and shine. It is really great stuff, you just have to make sure you don't have cabinets with a lot of grain like oak, because it will definitely really emphasis the grain. I always tell everyone that it is a miracle worker, you just need to do the inside of a door first to make sure that you like the results. Hugs, Marty

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  16. P,S. You can see the whole post of what we did on one of the buttons under my header. Thanks again for the visit. Marty

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  17. we fear what we cant understand and we end up hating what we fear.accepting difference is indeed challenge, whether its about sexuality or something else.

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  18. Very nice, Helen ~~ It helps realize another facet in dealing with this. Try empathy. I was reminded of some of my feelings during puberty.
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  19. You speak my thoughts when I look at this picture and see both genders, dressed and undressed, flying free. Thank you.

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  20. I think your interpretation of this picture is brilliant. I could not think of a better approach, nor a worthier subject.

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  21. Amen! Beautifully stated, Helen.

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  22. good for you, Helen. bravo!

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  23. Clear, strong message written with and undertone of human uncertainty and need. Well done.

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  24. The sympathies and the concern for them are a far cry to the negative comments against them. They must have suffered tremendously in silence. It's a pity that some have such tendencies thrust upon them without giving them choices! Nicely Helen!

    Hank

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  25. "Fit the soul that is me"...a salute to a beautiful truth!

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  26. I'm so glad there are people like you. My heart aches for people forced to be someone else all their lives.
    K

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  27. Just love ME. Not who you want me to be. Thank you for volunteering for such a worthy cause.

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  28. I love your interpretation of the painting........a powerful plea for acceptance of self. I especially love "as I endeavor to make my body fit the soul that is me." It could not be said any better.

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  29. So love this beautiful cry for identity of place in this world! Surely we all sense that what matters is the colour and tone of the soul, not the body parts!

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  30. Bravely, wisely and superbly said.

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  31. This is superb, and one of your best ever. You know that I saw the same thing in the painting, but you took it so much farther: you wrote an anthem for acceptance. ♥

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  32. Everyone who passes through the gates soon gets to meet the Hermaphrodite face to face . The smart ones embrace him / her , though as you so poignantly point out , this is easier said than done in our narrow little Anglo Saxon Tribe

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