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Break Ranks and Run

Scrambling over each other, trying hard to be heard, interrupting, yelling out, being yourself. We knew how to do this when we were two, and three, and four, but they socialized it out of us. So we grew up un-learning our naturalness, un-learning our playfulness, unlearning our potential. Sure, they say, we are going to help you with your potential, but as we fit into the lines, conforming, Winding our real selves into the pretenders others accept, we lose our potential, because it is Not ours anymore, it is your idea of what ours should be. When we break ranks, and run for it, You lament that you cannot control us. Thank goodness you cannot, for the leaders, the ones who have Stood for hundreds and thousands of others have learned to scream their truth from the roof tops, Challenging those who think controlling others is normal. There is nothing more abnormal than that.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 9/28/2018 9:56:00 PM
"So we grew up un-learning our naturalness, un-learning our playfulness, unlearning our potential." Too many grow up this way; it keeps the world from progressing more. "Challenging those who think controlling others is normal. There is nothing more abnormal than that." Amen! A deep pensive swim, is this poem.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/29/2018 1:34:00 AM
I am on a "kind of little thinking wave length" today, as I have spent several days not thinking and I needed a change. Thank you for noticing, M.L.
Date: 9/28/2018 3:26:00 PM
Another FAV!! So very true- well done my friend!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/29/2018 1:35:00 AM
Thank you. I truly do like this one myself. I tried to FAV it but I got a snotty little message that said I could not fav my own poems. WHAT?

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