Some people like to jump on conveyed schisms. They lasso 'em, wrangle 'em to the ground, and declare victory.
"That's an ism you just said," and then: Discussion over. Don't say that ism exists anymore! Clearly, the issue is discussed and settled. Let's get on with our not-ism-y embodiment like proper humans... except that we are all ism-ed.
What's a good thing to do with an ism?
wash rose petals
in lavish golden rays
and emanate from your being
look your captor in the eye
I like raindrops when they fall through clouds.
When I stare at them
and they land
on my glasses.
Sticks and stones may break my bones and words will never hurt me!
That's too personal.I feel uncomfortable with your words.
See through the treetops.
created by branches
in three trees
Well hello there.