The Dream
By mickleinapickle
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He’d dreamed
a future of wealth
and abundance:
a world of harmony,
where disease,
war and famine
were abolished.
It was filled
with people born
of perfect genes:
a race of beauty
and symmetry,
where malformation
did not exist.
He told me
I was not in the dream.
I was too Irish,
too Moorish,
too Kurdish,
too Yiddish.
My crooked leg
would make me beg.
I was too autistic,
too artistic,
too atheistic
too altruistic.
My feckless way
was not Ok.
I was too poor,
too weird,
too black,
too feared.
My point of view
would never do.
He’s come to kill me.
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A timely reminder that, sadly
A timely reminder that, sadly, such attitudes do not belong to the past. The structure of this, the way the rhythm changes from the flow of the first section to the jaggedness of the second, is very effective at emphasising the content. It works even better read aloud.
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A good succinct piece, and it
A good succinct piece, and it says a lot!
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I'd like to echo what airy
I'd like to echo what airy says - this is crying out to be a performance piece - speaking of which, we are having a reading night next month!
https://www.abctales.com/blog/insertponceyfrenchnamehere/reading-night-f...
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I like the repetition in this
I like the repetition in this. It hammers home the points. Dangerous times for harmless misfits, the "imperfect" and the "foreign" may be in the offing. Doesn't humanity learn anything?
Parson Thru
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I like this. It says so much.
I like this. It says so much. Guess it's the way life is, was and ever shall be, amen. It's the nature of humanity. Could be a fear of difference that brings out the bully in people?
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Then we wonder...
Then we wonder why there are so many if us who suffer depression, alienation, loneliness, I could go on. There are many good folk in this world, who do not judge...but, the ignorant slide in and out of our lives, with their head screwed up, blaming the vulnerable so they may feel better. Your poem says everything and certainly deserve's a big fat cherry. Written beautifully. Thank you!
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