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body jewelry by BodyPUNKS!

 

yesterday i saw my shoes be covered in poison.  the toxic, white droplets spread over green leaves and destroyed them.  butterflies fled in terror.  i had watched my friend's rhythmic spraying of yards of unwanted grass in the heat, seen him carry the heavy can of poison on his back for over thirty minutes before i offered to take over.  i was a giant, pouring acid rain over a tiny green world, and i thought, they would have done it anyway.  what does it matter if i or someone else does it?  and i thought, this is what life can become, this is the poisonous apathy.

at night we watched a $22,000 fireworks display at a mormon temple, its decadent spire slicing through the smoke-filled sky.  as the band played "america the beautiful," in this parking lot of a small, midwestern town, my friend turned to me and said, "why are we here?  these are the people who don't want us to have equal rights."  i took the tiny strip of rainbow cloth off the pocket of my backpack.  i remembered standing under that giant flag on market and castro, with a group of such beautiful people and a tour guide who would tell us the history of this neighborhood in which i felt so alive, so at home.  i pinned the cloth to my shirt.  as we sat entranced by the explosions of light and color, i wondered how many AIDS-infected children in africa could be helped by $22,000.  how many hospitals could be built.  how many school supplies purchased.

we poison our lives with apathy and spend so much on flashy, colorful explosions; we fight for our moral right to deprive others of theirs -- here in this land of the free and home of the brave.

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