smileA Poem by Joe PalmerWatch a rough performance of 'smile' here! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uAnxd386NYg'Smile, and the world smiles with you'
they say. It's funny, because
this phony phrase is fraught with fiction. In fact, the stark opposite occurs
from this fraudulent depiction. Because the last time I smiled at a
child, tempers flared, the parents went wild. Such a gentle, benign gesture got
people riled, fierce threats of police calls and lawsuits filed. And from such an innocuous, innocent
action, malice-free and mild, Venomous words; I'm vilified and now
somehow I'm the paedophile. You explain that.
So 'Smile, and the whole world smiles
with you' An enigmatic expression that evidently does
not exist, Or perhaps now an autonomic reaction
that we just somehow resist. The last time I smiled at a woman I
inadvertently initiated war. Perhaps the upturn in my cheeks implied
I was after a little bit more. Or inferred that she was a w***e. Accusations I clearly deny, a smile
doesn't imply I was trying to sexualise or objectify. Furthermore, just like before, I blame
the blame culture. Always looking to alienate and chastise. And now I'm the
womaniser, the misogynist, the chauvinistic pig you're encouraged to abhor. Can you explain that?
'Smile, and the world smiles with you'
they whimper. But this belligerent bull-s**t I
will not begin to believe. So antiquated, so false, that I swear I
won't be deceived. I remember the last time I smiled to
guy, just a friendly, run-of-the-mill grin as I hurried on by. 'Are you bent mate?' was his
reply. Such a nonchalant homophobic insult, his default. That pierced to my core and I
assume, and to many would revolt? So I paused, dumfounded and asked
myself why, how can a simple acknowledgment possibly imply? That I’m gay, and if I was, what
would it matter? I’d have nothing to hide. It gets me. It gets me inside. Where
was I when politeness, respect and graciousness died? Tell me that.
'Smile, and the world smiles with you,
but cry, and you cry alone’. But I don’t want to smile, will grinning
from ear-to-ear infer that I’ve touched a child? Should I reluctantly smile? Or smile in
fear of being branded a ‘queer’? Should I refrain, mask or contain the
pleasantries that I hold dear? Or keep schtum, head down, and reflect
upon the civilities of yesteryear. But smile, and you’ll smile alone. So keep your head down, face
expressionless. Avoid eye contact, banish friendly or
euphoric thoughts, a neutral stance is best. Keep your head down, because smile, and
you’ll smile alone.
Smiling: a nicety, and novelty, that’s
probably best kept at home. © 2015 Joe PalmerFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorJoe PalmerAberdeen, Scotland , United KingdomAboutpoetry; my non-chemical stimulation. 24, PhD student in Aberdeen/Nottingham. I'm sporadically on twitter @joepalmertfn. I compose and play guitar for a little band, although we're currently on hia.. more..Writing
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