Who Are You in This Wild and Precious Life?
Have you identified who you are yourself?
Hi! This poem is for all of us. Its purpose is to encourage us to define ourselves. It also reinforces that giving love to who we choose - and receiving love (as we are) - is our birthright.
Maybe you read the words that follow in a different way though? Feel free to let me know what you gain from them below - if you’d like to :)
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Were you also told, on the day of your birth, your gender and expected to love,
only one set of people (the ‘opposite sex’)
It’s okay to question this though
To be who you are
As a human
A person
(Some say that it’s not — well — mmm, NO)
We each get to be who we are in this lifetime — it’s precious (as Mary once said)
Be you fully
Claim it
Be wildly you
Own it
We all need to be who we are
The old ways are dying
Happy Pride month
Happy Pride life
From an Ally who’s no longer quiet
Be you please, yes you
Define who you are for yourself as you’re loved as you are
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© Emma Rose 2024
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This poem is shared with gratitude to Mary Oliver for the inspiration:
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”
And with love and respect for all who identify as being part of the 2SLGBTQQIA+ community.
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Hello! I share purposeful poems on different subjects. Like nature, human behaviour, well-being and more. Sometimes polished, sometimes imperfect and raw — written from the heart though.
Thank you for reading today, Emma 🌹
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Emma Rose 🌹 Purposeful Poetry
Dear Reader, your time is precious! So at the start of each poem I suggest who it’s for and its purpose. Feel free to share what you gain from the words though
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Comments (2)
Love is love and no one should be forced to hide who they are. Loved your poem so much!
Liked it. Thanks for sharing.