After the Parade
I'll plan the next parade.
By Luisa GilliesPublished 11 months ago • 1 min read
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Photo by Eddi Aguirre on Unsplash
After the parade I sat
back down and let
the Earth move me around
again – around its axis,
round the sun, and back
and forwards
on the subway – round
the clock and up
and down the
office stairs.
We'd moved the Earth
a little, by an
inch – it had expanded
in our heat – and so I
let my body
loosen – just an
inch – to fill the
ground we made.
And just as I
was starting to feel
comfortable
a stranger spat on me.
He let me
know – reminded me –
that I'm not
welcome here. Reminded
me to stand
back up and plan
the next parade.
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Luisa Gillies
Hi! I'm Luisa.
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Comments (1)
This poem is so beautiful yet so heartbreaking. A reminder that, as a country, we still have so much work to do.