Your human rights are less important than mine.
You’re gay.
I had Pankhurst.
I had Mandela.
I had Gandhi
And King.
Every voice
In history
Who cried
For justice.
Equality.
Royalty now.
But back then,
Merely
Perceptive,
Provocative,
Proactive.
Reaction
Causing
Change.
So take the beatings
And the vitriol
While we watch
And say little.
Do nothing.
View the games
With blackened eyes
And bruises.
This your legacy.
This our pride.
To stay silent.
Shh!
While waiting
For a regal voice.
I am black.
I am woman.
I am all nations.
I am gay.
We all are.
That… is Poetry.
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Many thanks. x
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Powerful, challenging and controvesial (in some eyes). I like what you have done with this poem. Sadly I fear that ‘Humanity’ (although the next bit contradicts the word) is predestined to seek out the Fall Guy, the Weak and those from whom power is with held. Do we wait in vain for One Fine Day?
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Change occurs. Thankfully. Just more slowly sometimes than we would wish.x
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Powerful piece, I love this.
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Thank you. x
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concise and profound
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Many thanks.x
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bloody brilliant, I would love to reblog this if that’s ok with you, lease let me know
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Feel free. You never need to ask. I see it as a great compliment. Thank you.x
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bless you mamma thanks xx
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🙂 x
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Reblogged this on thingsthatgobumpinmymind and commented:
I reblog only VERY occassionally, but every now and then I come across something that really moves me and this piece is no exception. Written beautifully by scottishmomus.
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Thank you for the reblog. A great honour I always feel. x
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and thank you for sharing your mad skills with us all xx
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Ummm……Thank you. 🙂 🙂 x
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