If I had not read this poem as a teenager, its fair to say I may not have made it. It's by Alice Walker from her collection Revolutionary Petunias.
Additional info-- this was first published with only those 2 above sentences. I was talking about survival of spirit-- not literal survival. I have a problem with brevity. Brevity plus hyperbole= melodrama. Ah well. I'm sure I would have made it-- literally-- without the below poem. But I might have done something stupid (for me) like go to a good university with a real campus and become an English professor instead of coming to NYC to be a theater artist.
Be Nobody's Darling
for Julius Lester
Be nobody's darling;
Be an outcast.
Take the contradictions
Of your life
And wrap around
You like a shawl,
To parry stones
To keep you warm.
Watch the people succumb
To madness
With ample cheer;
Let them look askance at you
And you askance reply.
Be an outcast;
Be pleased to walk alone
(Uncool)
Or line the crowded
River beds
With other impetuous
Fools.
Make a merry gathering
On the bank
Where thousands perished
For brave words they said.
Be nobody's darling;
Be an outcast.
Qualified to live
Among your dead.
Is there some poem or song lyric that absolutely saved your ass when you were young? (Of course there is.) Please share.
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2 comments:
ooo I LOVE that, Kate! My younger, outcast self would have sure appreciated that.
I calligraphied this poem on my school notebook when I was 15:
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
frozen with snow.
- Langston Hughes.
Ruth, I have goosebumps. (What Robin Rose Bennett calls truthbumps.)
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