Stigmatized.

by Britt   May 15, 2015


It was a Tuesday morning
when my voice was found screaming
yet lost upon full ears. My spine
stood straighter than it had in years,
and the chinks in my armor
withstood the heat. My fingers
walked along my temples while
my toes ran off of my feet, and my
mind wandered right . . .

and everyone else traveled left . . .

My fork was twinged from hope
and beaten from history,
even the lavender was lost
upon those who felt they knew better -
but disrespect does not discriminate
nor did it have a place on these shoulders;
weighted down without shame,
I became stronger. I became a woman
that did not allow blood to bully.

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  • 2 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Judging Comment

    This is such an emotional piece by Britt this week. To feel the pain of being placed under scrutiny or labeled can be an endless pain that plagues the mind for years. I felt the heart warming hope throughout this poem and was truly mesmerized. Very pretty and touching poem by Britt!

  • 2 years ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Hello Britt,

    this is, for me, an intriguing write. It is full of metaphor and although I would love to know its meaning, I feel unequipped to decipher its meaning. I have many favorite parts like:
    It was a Tuesday morning
    when my voice was found screaming
    yet lost upon full ears.
    ^
    Tuesday? Shouting, but with being heard. Frustrating, but all too often the case, but with full ears, this means people choosing to not listen. Great way of getting this point across.

    Enjoyable write and one I would like to know more about. PM if you would like to share.

    Take care

    Michael

  • 2 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    "My fingers walked along my temples." I love that line. Really well written.

  • 2 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    "My fingers walked along my temples." I love that line. Really well written.

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