Gender Studies
by Michael Blumenthal A cricket chirps in the grass. Another cricket, all ears, joins him. Now there are two. Up above, birds shriek like drunken gods, the air is a tizzy with the melodrama of what is about to be. The two crickets eye each other out of the corner of their cricket eyes. Each desires something the other has, each abhors its own desire. After a brief silence, there will be a little cricket mating, a little cricket love. Soon, the air will be abuzz with the sounds of heavy cricket breathing, legs rubbing together, the sound of war in the air in crickatese, a subject for specialists. |
This Poem by Michael Blumenthal is really cool. It makes me think that my position statement doesn't just take place in Americans eyes necessarily, but insects too. "Each desires something that the other has, each abhors its own silence," (Blumenthal). Nobody will be happy with what they have, even the crickets. If we could all just accept what we have and be happy with it then it will change our lives. If we didn't think we should have to do something and instead do something because we know its right or we want to without anyone else's influence then life in America would be much more peaceful in my opinion.
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