As a child (I was around 10 years old), I had made it my life’s mission to break stereotypes. I was counter norm. I do not know why it happened, but the definitions of who I should be was too imposing when I was transferred to an all girls Catholic School. The culture shock moving from co-ed to all-girls was frustrating that I made it my personal mission to not fit into boxes. I didn’t stick to cliques, I sort of moved from one group to the next and if all else fail, I went to the library. To this day, I stick to the idea that the person–his/her/hir/their–is all that matters. In hindsight, I suppose that’s why I’m pursuing life as a psychologist.
The poem I’m sharing today is another old poem. I wrote this in 2007. I remember the circumstances that brought this poem to existence. I had deliberately written my poems under an ambiguous pseudonym. It was in many ways a social experiment. It allowed to see how people would react towards my poems and who they thought was behind it. Some thought I was a man in my mid-forties, others thoughts I was in my 20s, others thought I was a 30-year-old woman. The braver ones would ask me to correct their impression. I wondered about that, if it mattered if I was any of that, because to me that didn’t matter. Finding this poem among the old stack echoed something I believe in, that the human being is all that matters, if we see the human being and his/her/hir/their soul why must their race, skin color, gender, sexuality, disability, etc matter? It’s sad to miss out on a beautiful soul because you couldn’t get over the packaging it comes in.
I hope you enjoy this short old poem. I hope to post a few newer ones in the weeks to come. 🙂 Thank you Margaret of Reflections on the Teche for hosting today’s Poetry Friday (Check her blog for other poems)