FJ (I'm a metal tiger - there's your clue / Europe)

*naked People

It's a community spirit.
A matter of giving
to those living
alongside.

We take, with thanks also.

NO, NO, NOT money!
Nor expensive gifts.
We give and take time
and help
and respect
and conversation
and a coffee in front of a log fire.

These people.......
no fancy clothes
no pristine make-up
nor stiff hairdos.

We're naked people.

What you see is what you get.

We're a happy lot
us naked people.
Unfettered by untruths.

We say it - WE MEAN IT.

Caring and sharing.

We live in each other's skins.

We're totally naked.

by Francesca Johnson

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Comments (2)

Being a naked gal myself, I recognize the vulnerability of our nakedness...but I also know that is what attracts others to us...the fact that we are open, unclothed in ugliness, lies and anger...We are what we are...take it or leave it, aren't we? I loved this one!
A no bullshit poem about real community - where those involved have a genuine, day to day commitment to one another. We have something similar in our little hills town of Kalorama. Possibly because every summer, the bushfire threat is a common bond. I love the ordinariness of this poem - and the genuine compassion that underpins it. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥