Sick of It

Sick of survival of the fittest

Aren’t we all equal

For every child has a gem

Born with it

So their mother

May worship



The essence of who they are

Praise them

Raise them to be strong

Allow all gems to be the fittest

Whatever shape, size or color they may be

Search their eyes for their clarity

Eight is too young for so much pain

We are all smarter than that

Open our hearts

Our guts

To their light



Allow them to be right

Allow them to know

Exactly who they are

Don’t put them in a box

Launch them to a star.

24 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Susan L Daniels
    May 30, 2012 @ 11:53:10



  2. sandy
    May 30, 2012 @ 12:10:50

    I agree, Jennifer. This is lovely.


  3. jenowenby
    May 30, 2012 @ 12:10:57

    I don’t read alot of poetry, but I love your blog. You have real talent. Awesome poem!


  4. boomiebol
    May 30, 2012 @ 13:28:31

    Amen!!! Wonderful!!!


  5. Arjuna
    May 30, 2012 @ 15:15:08

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    This is a wonderful poem 🙂


  6. nelle
    May 30, 2012 @ 17:38:04


    I’m not quite sure what to say. I’m stunned, yet giggling, applauding and approving.

    For our young, may the spray of ignorant judgements dissipate before it reaches their feet.

    And… thank you.


    • jeglatter
      May 30, 2012 @ 18:57:11

      Yay!:) Think of how often in many situations we think we know the best, we think they don’t know something yet etc. yet even at that age they know who they are. It is a crime we teach to adapt instead of to live. Cheers!


      • nelle
        May 30, 2012 @ 19:12:24

        Yes. All of us carry something worthy – ourselves, a sum total of capability, complexity, and diversity. If we existed as stamped out of societal cookie cutters, think of the impact on us. I don’t ever wish to exist as drone, to relinquish these things for the sake of conformity. We don’t fit in with conformity, we simply lose our senses. The world disappears, because we render ourselves incapable of appreciation or contribution to things wondrous.

        Children come with clean packages, operating systems for functioning and an adaptable mind that abhors a vacuum. We either fill it with the things what make one thrive and grow, or we fill it with the things what make it stub on hate.

        When I saw the video today of the little boy at church singing about no homos in heaven… to think someone out there is proud they’ve done that to their child. Funny thing, the one they purport to worship feels quite differently. Just a hunch.


  7. lily
    May 30, 2012 @ 23:31:55

    What beautiful thoughts. “Don’t put them in a box. Launch them to a star.”– Love those lines so much! ~ Lily


  8. Reading Pleasure
    May 31, 2012 @ 02:20:17

    Children are a blessing from God. Thanks for this beautiful poem.


  9. grandfathersky
    May 31, 2012 @ 03:35:34

    Darwinism is a crock, what if it were really just the other way around….


    • jeglatter
      May 31, 2012 @ 05:53:55

      Thanks for helping me take the next step in my thoughts…natural laws…but what kind of soul can live in a body that goes through so much suffering…the first line that came into my head was “darwin is dead” but I didn’t use it…thank you. 🙂 -jennifer


  10. grandfathersky
    May 31, 2012 @ 07:42:54

    The reality is that the soul chooses the path … it is not without options, if the suffering is greater so is the progress. We may be talking about 2 different evolutions, one on the soul plane and one on the physical.
    What I referred to in the earlier comment was Darwinism. I recently read a book call “thinking and Destiny” and in it he suggests that we did not evolve into humans, but rather we devolved into the various forms you see around us…. It’s an interesting way to look at the world …


  11. Fiona Pimentel
    May 31, 2012 @ 10:30:48

    I love your raw honesty.


  12. George Ellington
    Jun 03, 2012 @ 07:51:04

    Absolutely right!


  13. Stephanie Jill Rudd
    Jun 04, 2012 @ 02:29:57

    Free to fly, to be allowed to do what they came here to do and be who they came here to be. Perhaps one day we will grasp that notion. Thankyou, and thankyou for following my blog too. x


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