Be nobody's darling;
Be an outcast.
Take the contradictions
Of your life
And wrap around
You like a shawl,
To parry stones
To keep you warm.
Watch the people succumb
To madness
With ample cheer;
Let them look askance at you
And you askance reply.
Be an outcast;
Be pleased to walk alone
(Uncool)
Or line the crowded
River beds
With other impetuous
Fools.
Make a merry gathering
On the bank
Where thousands perished
For brave hurt words
They said.
But be nobody's darling;
Be an outcast.
Qualified to live
Among your dead.
a wonderful assertion of the self, madam. Loved reading it. A self pat is one of my poems with a similar feel.
A very deep and moving write. Don't succumb to everything that comes your way. Be yourself. Good.
Watch the people succumb To madness With ample cheer; Let them look askance at you And you askance reply. a very fine poem. tony
I like her crusading spirit and her equally novel writing style. I do not totally agree with her here if she means to put one's self above all else. I do agree if she means to reach your own conclusions both before and after reading and listening to the views of others. I am, however, a fan of her poetry!
As a self proclaimed self confessed self motivated outcast, contradictions in stones have bounced off my head lined rivers and filled oceans of tears shed in joy and pain, the lone wolf howling in the wilderness knows its place and purpose, we honour tides and rivers of the moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not impressive for me, but I know little about her other work.