I SpeakA Poem by Cleide Tatyana AlmeidaStanding up for myself, my right to be me, free, all of me, of being and of speechI am that person they choose to denigrate The one that won’t settle for second rate That victim they vilify For the stereotype she defies Correct me if I’m wrong; rectify But is it not by the strength of our character Not by the doormat capacity to flatter That we are judged? Is it not the dead fish that go with the flow? And the sharks that swim against the current Is it not for a martyr that Valentine’s exists? Not for a rebel slave that you can no longer be sexist The actuality trapped within that warped mentality The box that is proof of your inanity Blinkered donkey tunnel vision No hope within you to inspire a passion for an action Always on the wrong end of the equation Never the one to act, always the reaction The equilibrium of docility That would have us be slaves still in humility What of equality and humanity Today’s terrorist, tomorrow’s hero Shirk my intellectual rebellion Reject, deject, and in midst of this piece interject Still, lull yourself into that false comfort of standardized reality But don’t drag me down with you to your insanity I will not be marginalized, standardized or institutionalized I speak, for who I am is my own reality © 2013 Cleide Tatyana AlmeidaAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on June 16, 2013 Last Updated on June 16, 2013 AuthorCleide Tatyana AlmeidaBeira, Sofala, MozambiqueAboutA thing as small as a box could never be used to compress the diversity that is me. I'd love to describe myself in one paragraph but I can't because I am everything and nothing, a paradox, I am contra.. more..Writing
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