Accepted for being you
but were you really?
Really didn’t get to know
the real beautiful you
their loss, not yours.
You accepted who you are
as did true friends
not just for entertainment value
or being politically correct.
This is my personal view
being different doesn’t suck
actually it bloody rocks
and I don’t give a fuck.
© Carol Robson 2012
I’m Not Invisible
I shrink away from this coldness
the coldness of an ordinary day
people lives – spent, moving in herds
some people moving alone – like cold dummies
self-consumed, need to be there – like yesterday
never seeing – dismissing – the frailness of others
People moving along, with a fixed glare
their lives with a purpose, that we do not know
moving as robots, programmed lives
mobile phones attached to their ears
or eyes glazed upon their screens
fingers walking in rhythm to their feet
Frailness still moves among them, warily – yet always alert
keeping a sharp eye for the hunter
you’re the prey to be knocked over
by the robot that got side-tracked
the one that snarls; I never saw you
no words of sorry – makes it all your fault
I’m not invisible; I’m fucking real for god’s sake
I might be old – I might be disabled – so, I’m frail
Am I now, just an easy target – to be brushed aside
like it’s my fault for being in your way
so arsehole! – walk in my frail shoes for a day
experience the coldness and the blindness of the herd
get used to it – because, one day, this could be all yours.
© Carol Robson 2011