Oh, torture artist? I'll have the rack made of platinum. I don't want rust stains on my hair shirt!
by Whitney Scott
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If you were half as good as you think you are, you'd be God
As it is, you're the priestess of complaining
and the archbishop of ego
You wear a hair shirt and condition it
with Garnier Fructis
and think it makes you a hero
Heroism is not the man who
drops in to punch the bad guy
and sweep the damsel off her feet
just because he's "the man."
The hero is the woman who chooses
to leave an abusive husband
because she realizes she doesn't
have to live in fear
Herosim is not the benefactor
who has money enough to give
millions to charity
The hero is the homeless man
who teaches another to read
and wakes up for a new day
ready to face the world
with all he hasn't
Heroism is the sufferer
who bites his tongue
and lives in spite of agony
NOT the vocal sacrificial lamb
who calls attention to his service for glory
and expects his toil to make him exempt
from criticism
Your career choice makes you
no more of a hero
than choosing to wear green
makes you a four-leaf clover
or putting on a tiara
makes you a queen
or waving a wand
and having a scar
makes you "The-Boy-Who-Lived"
and your pocket full of complaints
does not qualify you for martyrdom
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