30 Day Poetry Challenge: Day 17: CONVENTIONS
Day
17: Conventions
Pg
66 from A Room With A View by E.M. Forster.
“I've
always flown in the face of the conventions all my life.”
This poem is more than partially inspired by the announcement of the replacing of The Affordable Care Act with Trumpcare. Perhaps we should say TrumpBeware. There is little care in it's attack on everyday people, people who make only enough to keep going, who have pre-existing conditions that include migraines and vaginas. Who suffer from other sick parts of this society, if they have fallen victim to rape.
Western conventions say that I need to have a husband by this point, have a child, own a house, work a 9 to 5 job or clean and take care of my house. I need to dress a certain way, look a certain way to be loved and accepted. These conventions ignore the flavor and diversity of life. Of what humans can be.
So, fuck you conventions!
The Grey Box
It
has always been done this way
says
fear
as
it clings to what it knows
that
small part of you that denies intuition
growth
This
is the way it must be done
says
society
old
rich white men
who
tremble beneath their mountains and walls of imaginary wealth
terrified
of
the day you discover
how
flimsy and changeable the conventions of living are;
the
game they built and we all agreed to play
Til
one day
the
people
we
we
who are as diverse and colorful
as
the spectrum of light
we
the
people
will
link hands
push
our backs against their tiny boxes
and
with a one, two, three, heave!
Leave
This
illusionary world behind
make
space
for
something new, something real
something
in transition
evolving
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