Inequality: By Piper Harvey
My hand gripped into a fist, high with pride.
My fist represents the bond that my people have.
The bond between brother and sister.
The bond that can never be broken.
My hand that holds the memories of my ancestors.
Our ancestors that paved the way for the present state of mind.
Back in time it was us against them now it’s us against our own kind.
The worst kind of crime known to mankind.
I put my hand up for the silent.
My fingers clenched to my palm.
My fist raised high for the ones whose voices cannot be heard.
Their voices stripped from their bodies.
The voice of the abused, molested, and raped
The voice of the young women trying to find a way.
My hand that holds the strength needed to survive.
The strength to make suffering a part of the past.
Violent actions turn into silent reactions.
Losing their voice was not their choice.
I put my hand up for the plus size population.
My arm stretched to the sky, my hand and fingers gripped together like an anchor.
My hand stands for the fears and tears that take over our lives.
The tears throughout the years.
Names given by ignorance, names that define who we are.
Looking in the mirror, my body tattooed by the absurd words.
My hand stands in defense, for the thigh-rubbing double pant size, bigger here bigger there plus size population.
Eyes of guys, who mind the curves in our frame that emerge and submerge like the waves in the ocean.
Through our frame that was once ashamed, emerges new urges that contain flames flowing through our veins killing all of the pain.
Breaking the chain that disables our right brain.
I put my hand up for the things that make me.
My hand stuck in the blue sky.
My fist in honor to the ones who died before me.
The ones who once held their fist in the air to show that they care.
My fist represents a list of misfits.
The wrong piece to the puzzle.
I’m a child of divorce but of course, I expect no remorse for the simple fact that I still have a strong force that carries my source of understanding and acceptance.
Acceptance I have found, no longer am I bound.
I look around and realize it’s just me.
No present life.
Just me and the man above.
Begging for him to set me free.
No answer.
Well, I guess it’s here I should be.
Understanding, Acceptance.
It’s mean’t to be and now I see what He had already seen.
My life is a dream with no set theme.
I put my hand up for the wishes, dreams, and absurd scenes.
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