The Village of Truths

Mona passed the Poetry basket to Irrelephant, who tossed the word, "tatoo" for today.

The Village of Truths

I am the Chieftain of my own tribe

I speak my truths with the many voices residing in my village -

But you may never understand my truths

You may not even hear them or even recognize the voice with which I speak,

for your village may be far away from mine

and all you may see are lips moving

and all you may hear are the distant echoes of my tatoo

We all sing different songs,

dance different steps,

and drum different beats at our council ring fires….

But we must accept and respect each other’s truths
-the need that they be our own
and no one else’s

Mother of Invention, looking to my Truths, singing, dancing and drumming my own tatoo from my far away village.

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