fancy that
a hit to the ego...
so you thought your poetry was good -
as if people would even take notice
of your words,
your pain,
your meandering thoughts
of sexuality
it was not that you were the only one
that questioned the meaning of life
the way of things
natural or unnatural
or whatever the plebescites mention
in passing
gender, race
it is all a distraction
to an inflated ego
another diversion
the Brangelina's of the world
aren't ready to acknowledge
there is nothing wrong
with being the trophy black kid
unless you're no longer
the new kid on the block
and your flavour of the month
is now a different shade of purple
or perhaps pink
because now let's face it
the world is finally realising
that us girls
we run the world.
Wonderful. So many great lines in this poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you Susan.xxx
ReplyDeleteyes, tokenism stinks. Good poem!
ReplyDeleteThanks Efi.xxx
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