Look at that face you think you hate
your fellow soul behind those eyes
the heart that beats to seek its joy –
those shoes
you couldn’t
wouldn’t
wear or care
to
know the mind
that has its reasons why
no matter that you dare
to
fight each other over
colour
gender
money
generation
class
your race
your place
your sexuality
and
faith
this is
our own false crown,
our dismal trickle down
of gluttony for isolating
schisms
this, our mechanism
for our self-imprisonment
as though capacity
to intersect
were a pre-selected place
a trophy earned
and gifted by a crowd
fair nuance forced to bow
and dance ‘Excuse Me’ with
projection and modality
upon a fickle frame
and if the vitriol don’t kill you
the inanity sure will
because
what’s given to be different
is uniquely still the same.
Juli this is exquisite – may I suggest this as a poem for women2gether ? xxx
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Of course you may! It would be my pleasure, Jayne xXx
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Simply wonderful poetic analysis of self-harm from unacknowledged prejudice – A must
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