-Warning- This post does contain strong language
I’m feeling oppressed – in more areas than one lately: between a bad day/number of days at work, a trying number of months with the difficulty of figuring out what course to take with my life, and some woman I didn’t even know feeling that she needed to make unnecessary offhand remarks about my parenting while I was sitting right there this evening. Thus, I’m digging out some old poetry from college, when I always felt strong and motivated. I made a copy to hang on my wall next to my bed.
So, first you wake me up,
then you attack me through the phone,
saying you think my
ideals and aspirations
Well fuck your traditionalism,
and fuck your narrow mind,
because I do understand reality –
maybe more than you –
yet I still believe small acts accomplish large feats
by building upon the previous
one at a time.
I don’t appreciate the strike
even though you insist you want to hear my side,
and I don’t believe you’ve really listened
to one word I’ve said all this time.
So, if you hear one thing,
listen to me now:
this is why I came here,
this is where I am going;
I won’t let you hold me back.
I will not stop for you
as I would not stop before,
I will dare to ignite the change I wish to see,
I will be all that I wish to be.
I will move forward on my own,
you’re welcome to follow if you wish.
~For all the Toms (the guy who called and woke me up): past present, and future
Share your thoughts: What do you think of those balls? Not those ones! My guts, my words, do you thing I’ve got it? Can I do it? Get your mind out of the gutter, sheesh.