Tuesday, July 21, 2020
Change
my skin is earth & my language is wild
drum beats on your ears
for so long, you saw me
as mere graffiti on
your white pristine walls
scribbling questions on your legal
documents & laws,
you sought to banish me to
obscurity & extinction
but i am
more than just statistic on your sheet
more than just label on your coat & tagline
my time is coming as sure as sun rises
my voice will multiply into sky of exaltations
a havoc of street protests
a hurricane of workers & passionate folks pushing
for inclusion, equality, freedom & acceptance
i am the idea
whose time has come & you cannot
turn away
from me
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Revolution, hosted by Merril Smith. Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
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change,
political revolution
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Excellent post for the times. I think there is a sea of change happening in the US right now.....simultaneously with the Age of Covid. I truly believe we are in the midst of a paradigm shift.
ReplyDeleteYes, change is revolution and vice versa, the kind that happens sometimes without us seeing it, sometimes right in our faces. I love the idea of wild language as drumbeats, Grace, and ‘…mere graffiti on / your white pristine walls’. My favourite line is: ‘my voice will multiply into sky of exaltations’.
ReplyDeleteThere is no going back and you have written a powerhouse poem to that effect, Grace. The ending sings in a resonant chord.
ReplyDeleteThe sound of every revolution: "i am the idea
ReplyDeletewhose time has come & you cannot
turn away" Excellent!
This such a beautifully penned and evocative piece. I LOVE these few lines the most:
ReplyDelete"my skin is earth & my language is wild
drum beats on your ears
for so long, you saw me
as mere graffiti on
your white pristine walls..."
It's very personal and vivid. What an excellent take on the prompt. You write amazingly.
A force to be reckoned with... I like that Grace! Well done!
ReplyDeletei love the soft power in your poem! those vivid imagery, too!
ReplyDeletea havoc of street protests
ReplyDeletea hurricane of workers & passionate folks pushing
for inclusion, equality, freedom & acceptance
The 2nd last stanza gives the grim picture of a real revolution against US authorities very recently.The impact is still being felt.
Hank
I like the way this builds and builds, from a graffiti tag to a full on movement.
ReplyDeleteevocative and deep! Wonderful poetry, Grace.
ReplyDeleteI like this fierce anthem.
ReplyDeleteGrace- what a stunning piece.
ReplyDelete'...whose time has come...' Indeed.
ReplyDeleteThank you
Beautifully poemed.
ReplyDeletePerfect description of today's mood, Grace.
ReplyDeleteAmen ...
ReplyDeletepeace and love
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