Written for dVerse.
Brain
The older man
wants to carry my heavy bags
carry my groceries
treat me as fragile
which might be okay
if he didn’t ignore my words
treat me as dumb
like some scarecrow
without a brain.
I carry my own bags
speak my own words
grow my muscles
arms and brain.
I speak for myself
and those he can’t tolerate.
We are at odds, he and me;
he’d rather I had no brain–
I’d rather he spoke no words.
Sascha Darlington
Freedom of Expression
Freedom to Be
A Scare
Crow
A Cowardly
Lion A Tin Man
So Sadly A ‘Modern Man’ too..:)
Nice! 🙂
Thanks
For the
Inspiration!..:)
I love the message in this poem, Sascha, and those final lines are killers:
‘he’d rather I had no brain–
I’d rather he spoke no words’.
Thank you, Kim. 🙂
🙂
Wow…that was terrific! 😊😊
Many thanks, Christine! 🙂
Nice last two lines.
Thank you, Frank! 🙂
I agree. All those gestures mean very little if there is degradation or condescension.
Thank you, Mish! Much appreciated.