No more parties for you
Unfriended, blocked, unwelcome
A subtle rejection
Quiet and sneaky, perhaps
Why declare it with words?
Better to play it safe
Fly under the radar
It's not like you were UN-INVITED
The possibility of inclusion never even existed
There were no expectations to dash
No feelings to hurt, now were there?
If you had just conformed to the herd
Went along with the sheep instead
But you were a mere lamb, and a lame one at that It had to be done, you see
For you were born of the dark ewe
And the ram with the broken prongs.
Foolish of them really
To think they could hide you from the sacrifice.
Don't take it personally, though
No offense intended
Just know that you will not see your name
On the list, ever again.
Party on!
Dear Andrea--
ReplyDeleteYour poem is really good. I write poetry sometimes too and it helps. Here's one I wrote after my son's dx;
NOTHING PERSONAL, BILLY JOEL
Nothing personal, Billy Joel
but if I ever hear
that peppy song again
about how only the good die young
I might just shoulder a pick axe
and walk from Seattle to NYC to
bash
your
skull
in.
Very well written. Sad. Reminds me a bit of The Crippled Lamb, one of my all-time favourite Christmas books to read to my class.
ReplyDeleteAh yes,
ReplyDeleteThe frequent cruelty of the sheeple
Wielding a power of exclusion
Actual or virtual or merely threatened
We are kept from seeing the world beyond
By a wool that covers our eyes
but can not keep out others' pain
Which is our pain turned inside out
In a world only apparently separate
And not quite together either
Consumed with concern
To avoid needless cruelty
We feel an urge to avert and quell
The delusion of which is only
Realized when pain is felt
With an awakened heart
And the wise ones remind us
With a kindness that truly sees
That nothing is to do but rest
July 20, 2011
Thanks for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteThe discomfort of the poem made me fabricate all sorts of stories to avert my own pain and try to quell yours.
Yet when all is said and done, there is nothing to do but rest.
I'm sorry you had to go through such pain.
July 19, 2011
Actually Ellen, quite like you trying to avert other's pain, this is about one of my sons, not me. But he's almost oblivious to the incident since he's a kid and can just live in the moment. May we (so called) adults all find such a place to rest.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Ellen,
Andrea
July 19, 2011
Dear Wanda (Andrea),
ReplyDeleteThank you for your powerful poem.
Exclusion is a form of violence.
Subtlety makes it no less deadly.
And righteousness makes it worse.
There is tremendous suffering out there because of using this unfortunate and primitive response to deal with disowned discomfort. Not only kids do it.
July 24, 2011