Context: On the pew in front of me, at church was a VERY chubby 3 year old. Through the course of the meeting her mother gave her a bag of gummi bears, string cheese, a bag of apple chips, more candy, and a bag of some other snack. Maybe there is a reason she needs it, and I’ll try not to throw the first … chocolate kiss!
If you stuff your kids/
with junk food, they will end up/
looking fat like you.
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Cyrano Writer: Musings of a Revolutionary Romantic Poet 
July 25, 2011 at 11:37 am
If you teach your kids /
They must be slim and perfect /
Starvation follows
OR
Self-hatred follows
July 26, 2011 at 9:21 pm
Nicely done, Tara. (I like the self-hatred follows ending).
It is obvious you don’t know me, my children, or their mother, since such a tenet of being slim and perfect was never taught in our house.
I think somewhere in between the two is the “right”.
July 27, 2011 at 8:32 am
Tenet.
Judge not, lest ye be judged.
July 27, 2011 at 7:31 pm
The actual quote from Matthew 7 is a warning to judge not, lest ye be so judged, because with the same judgment you judge, you will be judged.
I’m actually okay with that. At some point don’t we, as people who love each other, have a responsibility to warn others of harmful things they might be doing, either to themselves or their children? When you see an alcoholic or a drug user, for example, are you just content to say “Well, I don’t want to judge them, because I’m not perfect”… and thus let them guide themselves into oblivion?
You, Tara, have called me out on several things in the past. You have judged me. Either you know me or you think you know me. Either way, you’ve caused me to reflect on what I might be doing, rightly or wrongly. I appreciate your voice of reason and of warning … harsh though it may seem at the time.
But for me to stop commenting on the human condition as I see it … isn’t a poet’s responsibility to observe and comment on the world? And yes, to make and record judgments… and thus turn the mirror on himself?