DO I DARE TO DREAM?

DO I DARE TO DREAM?

A Poem by theabstractink
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Black lives matter, so does every other life in this world.

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Are you trying to take away my sanity or forcing me to adopt your version of insanity?

The dreams I have dreamt and the thoughts I have thought are the creation of my own understanding of life. 

You cannot just barge into my freedom and take away the essence of my existence 


I have my rights and I won’t accept any less than i deserve

For ages I have been suppressed and demeaned, booted and abandoned

Is everyone blinded towards the atrocities and savagery clouding this world?

An unfair sense of justice prevails that questions my safety and protection


Amidst all this, I will rise up- steer the way- and shout at the top of my lungs

Because I matter, my existence matters- and those who cannot see through that are the ones that need to wash away the prejudice clouding their minds


Diversity is choking on itself, sanity is losing its meaning 

Love is turning pretentious and an act of hatred is endangering the roots of humanity

Is this the definition of empathy and morality?

Or it’s just a facade over my existence. 








© 2020 theabstractink


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You're touching on one of my biggest pet peeves lately. Just becuz black lives matter, that doesn't imply that other lives DON'T matter. This is one of the most tragic mis-interpretations of a great byline. To assume that black lives matter means other lives don't matter as much is another form of racism, in my opinion. It's always got to be about "me" -- the ones who already enjoy incredible privilege in the USA becuz of being white (I can attest to how much easier it is to be white in this country). OK, now you've launched me into a tirade, let me say that your own tirade is well-stated with simmering passions that don't overtake the intelligence of your statement. I love that you're expressing yourself with a sense of outrage, but this isn't what dominates, becuz what you're saying is well-stated & hard-hitting (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Months Ago


theabstractink

3 Months Ago

yes the way we are all trying to focus our attention to one side of the coin makes us unfair as huma.. read more
Such powerful yet emotional words.. language to be proud of. Women particularly are held back here and there all over, as if their emotions don't matter, that invisibility is all that's deserved. ' For ages I have been suppressed and demeaned, booted and abandoned... ' It's definitely a case of 'all for one', of gaining the impetus of constrained power and - speaking out. There's s honour, confidence and intelligence is finding a voice.

Posted 3 Months Ago


theabstractink

3 Months Ago

thanks .. i was focusing it on the latest issue of black lives , but yes of all lives, as a whole.
emmajoy

3 Months Ago

Yes, guessed as much: tis at the forefront of most empathic people's minds, especially right now.
theabstractink

3 Months Ago

very true emma
Life is a ever-ending journey and we will struggle to see our needed path.
"Diversity is choking on itself, sanity is losing its meaning
Love is turning pretentious and an act of hatred is endangering the roots of humanity
Is this the definition of empathy and morality?
Or it’s just a facade over my existence."
Empathy and morality defined by where you are standing. In modern world. We may never know. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 3 Months Ago


theabstractink

3 Months Ago

thank you . i myself like those lines hahaha
Coyote Poetry

3 Months Ago

You are welcome my dear friend.

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Added on June 13, 2020
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