Piss on the walls

Last night I went to a Womens Network meeting at the Bartlesville public library. This was the first meeting of the new year for WN and I was really looking forward to the program. We had a spoken word artist and poet (she is also the president of Tulsa's NAMI) come in and do a piece about mental illness and the obstacles that women with mental illnesses face. Let me tell you, I was very interested in hearing this as well as the discussion after the show. It was actually the actresses personal story of her daughters ascension in Schizophrenia. It was very well done, with the woman going back and forth between the mother and the daughters side of the story and acting them both out quite beautifully. I was quite surprised when during one scene she shouted many times in the meeting room these words:

PISS!

PISS on the walls!

to a room full of some of the most accomplished and interesting women in town. I should say that not one of them appeared shocked, but it was shocking to hear such words yelled so loud in the library!

I thought about it after, that sometimes I should yell "piss on the walls" a little loud, and that if I did, I might feel better about things, instead of bottling it up inside. So, here I am, yelling PISS and I do feel better.