Sharing a poem written by a friend . . .
It captures the emotional torment of individuals living on the perimeter of a mass formation.
"Dedicated to Dr. Naomi Wolf, among the most courageous of today's freedom fighters. Annis Domini 2020 to 2022—A Poem
By G.M. Kemman We never were what you said we were Never. But you believed we were and Told others so. We cannot escape the presence of your claims. They lurk wherever you placed them. They haunt us with savage implications. Their shadows loom and distort. Knowing you believe yourselves righteous slays Our hearts. We thought you knew us to be good. We once felt deep caring in you. Did you never feel the presence of ours? If you had, why deny it now? You force us to bear your loose words . . . Words loosed upon our world: Pronouncing guilt but never innocence. Reviling us, dripping with disdain. Defaming, claiming us victims of ourselves. Denying humanity and deep roots. All of this because . . . Why? We keep asking and asking: Why? You wish to keep us within rigid lines. You paint ugly portraits, Knowing we must fail at absurd rules. You speak as though you need rescue from us. You demean and degrade to justify A haunting coldness within yourselves. You believe our hearts and minds can take Endless beatings without feeling intense pain. Have you lost all empathy you once possessed? Only souls can rise above such brutality: Constant, deep." . . . . . Continue reading at the link below.