#othering
behind my eyes
and in my boots
i feel the earth below
familiar colors envelope
these trees I've come to know
a man stands in the forest
he is from a stranger land
he wears no boots, but sandals
he knows no earth, but sand
he finds no comfort in these colors
no relief in the sounds
he's from a stranger land
yet his fire abounds
i look away in shame
searching for some grace
i was always taught
not to look upon his face
the face of struggle
of taint and pain
of woeful perplexity
don't look upon the face of other
i was always told
and if you do, beware
you might just see his soul
or much worse yet
lest you forget ...
you might just see yourself
May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 11:06 PM UTC
And the monstering comes to this
the result of the ignorant taking the ****
the product of shaming
by society's ill-trained watchdogs
gnawing at the bones
before the body's cold
before the body's aligned with mind
and still gnawing when all's done
to make sure we know the price
to keep us in our assigned place
to monster us, to demonise
to create and feed self hate
so we hide, turn inward, upon ourselves
so we don't disturb
the comfortable myths
by which they live
the black and white
wrong and right
binary fantasies
that allowing us to be would challenge
so the real monsters monster us
and impose on us the binary
of life and death
Cynthia Pauline Jones, March 2013
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC