Slaughter Prejudice Like a Lady

A dear friend of mine is turning 82-years-strong in a couple of days. For her birthday, she asked for her Devils—as in Marine Corps Devil Dogs—to dye their hair blood red, navy blue, or white. Some of my medical issues make it dangerous for me to dye my hair using the options she provides. So, instead of coloring my hair, I decided to create two art-full-and-love-touched pieces inspired by some of the traits that make me admire the birthday girl.

The first piece was “How to Keep Wannabe Autocrats from Walling Your Weird (in 5 not-so-easy steps)”. The blackout poem bit I’m sharing now is the second. But… those of you who know me also know that I can’t stand even numbers, so I shall post a third bit on Wednesday. That one will focus on two of my friend’s favorite pastimes: reading about mythical creatures and dissecting what strangers share about themselves in personal ads.

Anyhoo, here is the blackout, frankensteined to life with paint and pens and markers and needles and red thread and a page out of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies and other scraps. Did I mention that my friend loves swords almost as much as she loves the idea of living in a world where everybody matters? Well, she does. And she has been fighting for that all her life.

Slaughter prejudice like a lady.

17 thoughts on “Slaughter Prejudice Like a Lady

  1. Happy birthday to a woman who sounds a lot like you! Words cannot express how fortunate women are to have ones like her blazing a trail for us! Please give her my undying gratitude!

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