He Couldn’t Rape My Joy

Pinned against the ground
Torn dress above my waist
Peace written on my face
Him trying to invoke pain
I had none to give only peace
Ramming me with his frustration
No hesitation in his action
As my heart held compassion for this poor soul
Still I remained unscathed
You can rape me of my virginity, but not my joy
You can rape me of my material possessions
But you can't rape my joy
You can even rape me of my appearance
But you still can't rape my joy
When he was through my peace embraced him
As a single tear fell from his cheek
No words were spoken
While peace filled the void
Where pain was no longer held in captivity

The Funniest Things Kids Say!

Episode Four
My Daughter spilt her juice on the table. I asked her what happened. She said it was Shakti’s fault. I asked her how it could be Shakti’s fault if he was sitting nowhere near her? She replied “The vibration of Shakti’s voice tipped the cup over and spilled the juice across the table.” Shakti and I locked eyes and then both proceeded to look at her as if she had horns growing out of her head. Wow, what a powerful voice he must have for a young boy to move things across the room with merely the vibration of his voice!

Episode Five
I asked my 3 year old son if he wanted a bagel with cheese. He answers “Yes, but may I have cheese on that?”