What you risk telling your story:
You will bore them.
Your voice will break, your ink
spill and stain your coat.
No one will understand, their eyes
You will park yourself forever
on the outside, your differentness once
and for all revealed, dangerous.
The names you give to yourself
will become epithets.
Your happiness will be called
Your sadness will justify their pity.
Your fear will magnify their fears.
Everything you say will prove something about
their god, or their economic system.
Your feelings, that change day
to day, kaleidoscopic,
will freeze in place,
brand you forever,
justify anything they decide to do
Those with power can afford
to tell their story
Those without power
risk everything to tell their story
will hear your story and decide to fight,
to live and refuse compromise.
Someone else will tell
her own story,
Copyright 2003 by Laura Hershey
Thank you, Robin Stephens