We converge in a large room
to honor literature
and those who write it.
Most of us are white.
Most of us are women.
Most of us wear glasses.
Margaret Atwood reminds us
that if today’s government
were truly theocratic
most of us would be at home tonight.
We would not read novels.
We would not read,
would not have been taught
Looking at each other,
women of many sizes
and ages, we realize
that here is a rebellion
that suits us. To read
is to resist patriarchy.
And to write, even more so.
In this gathering,
I take the silent vow
of the insurgent:
to never again
feel shame about splashing
my life and thoughts upon the page,
to push past the boundaries
I find that shut off subjects
or voices from me.
I will resist the desire
to stay safe behind them.
Remember the young men,
painfully thin, despised,
purple lesions a pink triangle
of perceived transgression,
how they wrote poems
about their short lives
and left voices that still speak?
From now on, that is me.
Brave in intimacy with pen
and screen. Fearless
about what others think
of me. Ready to spit,
to surge, to erupt
with words.
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Your writing is inspirational and brings clarity to the era of those who have forged our society.
Thank you for your comment, W. Roger. Cheers, Guy.
Thank you Peggy. Especially for the call to courage of voice. I need it too.
Thank you for your comment, Maggie. Cheers, Guy.
Coolness; you’ve found your path.
Thanks for your comment, Mary. Cheers, Guy.