A little stream of consciousness rant. I can’t bear people patronising me.

I’m no country bumpkin

No naïve ingénue

So why, my friend,

Do you treat me as one?

I can understand French,

Read Latin

Decipher hieroglyphs

On a tomb wall,

Site-read music.

Can you?

I can write an essay

To impress an Oxford don.

I can pen a story

To shock, to entice,

To appal

Even the hardest of souls.

I can weave with words

Can you?

I can sew myself a dress,

Knit lace,

Sculpt a face.

Can you?

I can spin records,

Fill the dance floor.

I can curl my spine

Bend over backwards

Rest my head upon my feet,

Or step an old folk dance.

Can you?

I can debate;

I can argue through hate

I can’t be sold,

But I can hit gold

With an arrow and a bow

So

Why do you patronise me?

Categorise me

As some little thing.

Belittle and mock me.

Ignore and block me.

Go ahead, sweetheart

Crown me with the dunce’s cap once more

Sling the old clichés at me.

Reduce me to type.

Stereotype.

It’s easier than having to think

Isn’t it?

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  • Nathan G on Mar 6, 2009

    Interesting piece on a big topic. Theres so many stereotypes people dont even think they’re using.

  • Kate Smedley on Mar 6, 2009

    Well said Emma, people are so quick to judge, great poem

  • Darla Smith on Mar 6, 2009

    A very well expressed poem. I like it!

  • Sandra A Flowers on Mar 6, 2009

    very powerful, a great expressive piece.

  • Serenity Jones on Mar 6, 2009

    You’re no fool Emma.

    We can all see that.

    Touch insane maybe…

    Y’know, it probably says something about me, but I found the most impressive of your many talents, was that you can bend over backwards and rest your head on your feet.

    I’ll bet my back teeth there aren’t many renaissance women who can do that.

  • postpunkpixie on Mar 6, 2009

    Haha yeah well that’s what yoga does for me. Admittedly I have to be kneeling on the floor at the time, but even so. Actually I haven’t done that for several months I’m not sure if I can still do it. I may have to devote the holidays to suppling up.

  • Bullwinkle Muse on Mar 6, 2009

    You had me at hieroglyphs….

    ….but yeah, the resting your head on your feet thing,I’m verklempt.

  • miss cornelia on Mar 6, 2009

    Nice piece, people do that to me as well. I don’t think I act dumb but a lot of people treat me like I am.

  • Morgana on Mar 6, 2009

    Really good Emma, I loved it. You sure have many talents. I hear you say you are a poor poet sometimes, this was excellent , I think.

  • macon on Mar 7, 2009

    very good write.

  • Mark Gordon Brown on Mar 7, 2009

    A friend of mine once said that even if we dressed like everyone else, and did all the so-called normal stuff everyone else does that those people would still view us and treat us the same. It’s an aura thing.. It’s true. I don’t wear much have my gear since moving to the farm, it’s just not possible at times. Still get the same reactions as if I did.

    Anyway maybe poems like this will get poeple to understand how it feels for people would umm sense the world differently.

  • Alice Wonder on Mar 7, 2009

    Firstly, I loved this poem. Stereotypes and judgment are products from the minds of people who are too lazy to actually use their eyes and open their minds.

    I love your word choice Emma, in all of your writing, I’d like to pick your brain for vocabulary.

    In reference to the comment above me here! I actually change my style quite often, pretty much every day. I see the body as a blank canvas, which is just so….empty! It’s an opportunity of expression I choose to seize. I also happen to spend 99% of my time at my place of work where I see heaps of people every day–regular customers, people I’ve never met before, tourists, employees of surrounding businesses–their reactions and apparent attitude (from what I can see anyway..) towards me actually can and does change because of what I wear. It’s a little bit sad that’s it’s so difficult for your average joe to see past the superficial.

  • julianhw on Mar 7, 2009

    Rants are good. Rants are Cathartic. I like your rant

  • Vikram Chhabra on Mar 7, 2009

    Quite an energetic piece!!

  • spiritwalker on Mar 9, 2009

    lots of talents. I have to admit..that image of you bending over backwards is stuck in my head. I like contortionists.

  • miraj on Mar 10, 2009

    It seems you have a natural tendency to view the world differently,and express it in an even unique way,this piece shows that you cannot lured by the hollow temptation that life indulge you into,in fact it’s a cry to tell the world it cannot penetrate your perception.

    my deepest respect and gratitude,Emma
    LOVE IS ALL

    Walk in beauty change the world.

  • Annie Hintsala on Mar 11, 2009

    LOL~Kept me reading to the end. I’m not sure if I’m more intrigued by the knitting lace or bending over backwards…

  • Fegger on Mar 14, 2009

    Never, ever thought you were a dunce. The more I speak to you, and read of you, the more I believe that you’re a box of Crayons with a couple extra black sticks—and the society/world would be your recylced off-white tablet. Then again, I’ve been wrong before ;}

  • S A JOHNSON on Mar 18, 2009

    Great work

  • Elizabeth Abbott on Apr 6, 2009

    I really needed to read this! Thank You. If you don’t already have a book, you should. I will buy it.

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