There was an old lady from Perth
Who was born on the day of her birth
She was married, they say
On her wife's wedding day
And died on her last day on Earth

Instructions

 Remember you are made of mud. Literally, your flesh was made of dirt. You are recycled worm poo. 

Remember you are made of mud, and be humble.

And remember you are made of stars. Again, literally. Your matter was forged in the fires of the stars.

Remember you are made of stars, and be bright.

And remember you are made just like everything else: 

Part of the universe, condensing into being from something hotter and stranger, at the dawn of time.

Remember you are made of what is unimaginable, and be strange.

A reflection on how certain people I've met seem to relish turning the abuse techniques they've survived onto even weaker victims

You tell me to shut up and then say it's bad to silence free speech 

You say my words hurt people and then get angry that I won't explain how your words can hurt people 

You reject my reality and then say I'm gaslighting you 

You say I'm real and then deny my gender

My latest favorite color

The pale dark soft slick yellowish green of hanging birch leaves in street-light summer-night rain.