if they hit you
turn the other cheek
and ask them to brand it
if they burn you
lift up your arm
and ask them to cut it
if they kick you
bare your throat
and ask them to crush it
because the price to pay
for earning the chance to love
(with blood, sweat, and tears)
is having to love your enemies
and loving your enemies
means letting them tear you apart
(with blood, sweat, and tears)
in the name of equality
[ A poem about those who say LGBT people should practice love and tolerance to their oppressors. ]
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I really like where this poem is coming from. Please don’t leave it as a fragment on the internet to whither and die.
A few thoughts: the postscript could be incorporated by defining the “you.” Maybe even using slang [offensive or not] for the “you” that you are talking to. ie. “if they hit you, baby dyke / turn the other cheek . . . poofter, if they burn you / lift . . .”
Hope you don’t mind suggestions–it’s a habit of writing circles. All in love.
Thank you for the suggestions! I will definitely keep it in mind for my next poem. :)
Yesss! Say it Celtic Poet! Go n-eírí an bóthar leat.
:) Thank you!
Oops. I got my comments mixed up. LOL! I don’t know if you’re a Celtic poet or not :-) but I totally meant to say… “Yesss!!” and “right on!” to all of THIS. In solidarity… MW
Very powerful.
Thank you very much!
On Thu, Jul 16, 2015 at 10:54 AM, Only Fragments wrote:
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