I Am. We All Are.

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.

16 thoughts on “I Am. We All Are.”

  1. 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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