Singing Hearts

He sings bass when I do the Alto
He sings Tenor when I sing the Bass!
I look up to him
the glowing smile enlightens me
Anger comes to him easily
But when he simmers down
is the warm comfortable blanket

I dream he is here
With me oh, so dear!
The songs we write
Our hearts sing wild
When joys spread around
giving Happiness in sound

It hurts when...

Hmmmm....
Racism...or a blind-folded knife throw???

It took me a long time to ponder over a certain time in the past two-three months, where a finite set of people were throwing Racism jabs at me(all indirect and subtle). I kept wondering where it must've started, why it led to people provoking the topic of racism, and why it finally led me to lose my cool and throw the worst kind of Racial statement at one provocateur, in public, least bothering about what the crowd thinks about me in the aftermath, but having that brief moment of yes-that-hit-real-hard-look on his face. But the whole issue has really hurt me. I don't believe in biases. I don't categorise, period. I won't even if genetics says there are differences.

So from my point of view, it all started when I was misinterpreted by a dear friend, lead on to her sharing her rage with her close buddy, who in turn made sure he keeps hitting me real hard(totally presumptious), which in turn made me hit him in response. ...and that still hurts... not that it really might be worrying them... but it still hurts...

So how do I cool myself down...hm?