I'm Still Here
Because I AM The World, All Year Long
All the world's a stage
And we are merely players,
Or, so the story goes.
But when the action stops,
And the music fades,
When the house lights flick on,
Brilliantly exposing the gritty theatre,
I'm still here.
A woman-child born in sin,
To become sin.
The subject of hushed-tone whispers,
And side-eyed nods.
From those claiming to be "in the know."
Born of love,
to love and be loved.
My story is as old as time,
Beginning on the West African plains,
The lush green hills of Scotland,
And the vast fertile soil of the New World.
I am the stolen and the thief,
I am the oppressor and the oppressed,
I am the master and the servant,
I hold the lash yet feel its searing sting.
A child of slaves.
Kin to the masters.
My history is world history.
And I'm still here.
When the marching stops,
And the band goes home,
When the slogans and t-shirts disappear,
I'm still here.
I'm more than a month.
I'm more than a player.
I'm more than the show.
I AM the stage.
I AM the world.
And I'm still here,
All. Year. Long.
About the author
Retired legal eagle, nature love, wife, mother of boys and cats, chef, and trying to learn to play the guitar. I play with paint and words. Living my "middle years" like a teenager and loving every second of it!
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