A
new poem today, a tell-tale sign that I am fighting depression; the latest of
many battles against an old enemy; thanks to creative therapy of the kind
writing poetry provides that I may well lose some, but am winning the war.
Charles
Darwin changed the way we think about the origin of our species; Martin Luther
King Jr. had a dream that continues to inspire the Black Lives Matter
campaign; closer to home, here in the
UK, footballer Marcus Rashford has successfully called for free school meals
for children from poorer families while schools are closed; actor Chadwick
Boseman who has tragically died of colon cancer at the age of 43 has left an
inspiring legacy for black actors worldwide … all these, and many others, are
trailblazers and will remain trailblazers, a ‘live’ posthumous
consciousness in hearts and minds worldwide.
“Be yourself, everyone else is already taken.” Oscar Wilde
“Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced."
- James Baldwin
“We may have all come on different ships, but we're in the same boat now.”
- Martin Luther King Jr.
“No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.” Eleanor Roosevelt
“When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.” - Helen Keller
TRAILBLAZERS
Assume
nothing of humankind,
the
Here-and-Now, part reality, part dream
fronting
backroads of the mind
fuelling
human nature, potential for nurture
(for
better, for worse, gift or curse)
where
formative years dare come into play
in
the making, shaping of all we are
subject
to question, reason and human nature’s
expectation
of our futures
Ignore
any negative voices
never
backward in coming forward to tear
into
human choices failing the test
of
whatever is best for the rest of us has to be
right,
invariably losing sight
of
any aspiration, inspiration, presented
as
a Human Right, while prevented
from
seeing the light of day if failing to conform
to
some ‘acceptable’ norm
Acceptable
to whom, we may ask
having
reached a point where we feel confident
of
whatever task ahead may well be
misinterpreted
under such various pretensions
designed
to present gender identity,
and
sexuality as a perverse intellectuality
failing
(altogether)to see diversity
as
a plus, not a minus, an acknowledged integrity
across
a common humanity
Dare
let that inner self go free, and pit itself against
any
socio-cultural-sexual angst...?
Copyright
R/ N. Taber, 2020
[Note;
This post-poem also appears on my general poetry blog today.]
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