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Borderlines (revised)

This is raw but honest writing in reaction to a book that screams Stigma!

Go Go Logophile!

Found the revised, complete & finished version… a battle cry which goes as follows:




We are the borderlines

the divine disasters

We live on borders

as Sanitys’ bastard sons and daughters

We’re so good at making bad decisions

We’re so bad at taking orders

And consequence? -We make provisions

This is why we live on borders


There is a stigma, like a stamp

on the heads of our diagnosis

They say we’re evil, cold and careless

– in your bedroom, with half-slit wrists

Best just to avoid us. Your first reaction

is ‘Fatal Attraction’, but listen, baby –

Killing’s a bad habit, way out of fashion

and personally speaking, I’ve never stewed rabbit


So we can be cruel, obsessed

and sure, we can pull a few strings

but what’s really got you so upset

is we’re better than you at these things.

See, you’re guilty…

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A little bit about moi: I am a mom, a nana, a sister, a woman, a friend, a human being…a youth counsellor, Family Life Educator. I have been working in the helping profession for over 25 years and volunteered in various capacities from youths to seniors. Tournesol is my nom de plume for haiku and other Japanese form poetry here at Tournesoldansunjardin I hope you enjoy reading through my daily waka. I also have another blog "Stop the Stigma" where I may stand on my soapbox now and then and hope it will become a place to drop in and share or comment on issues important to you. In that vein this could be a great way to learn from each other. Namaste!

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