She did not get the memo

She did not get the memo
 
Many of us have been waiting a lifetime for the gods to validate our worth?
 
How did we decide the gods of our understanding could determine our worth?
 
Who are these gods?
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First our parents,
 
Then our peers,
 
Then those nameless others:
 
            The boy or girl who sits across the room.
            The cafeteria monitor.
            A slightly older peer.
            That first crush.
            That abusive partner.
            A cleric
 
They received our bows and our nightly prayers.
 
Perhaps we issued a viral proclamation
 
Extending the invitation to all the world.
 
Especially those who values are in opposition to ours.
 
Come one, come all we might shout.
 
Take a vote.  
 
No need for a  simple majority
 
A vote of one will determine our worth.
 
On the basis of
 
            Our race
            Our religion
            Our gender
            Our age
            Our size
            Our contribution to capitalism
            The gender to whom we pledge our love for a night or a lifetime
            The culture which birthed us and our ancestors
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I met a woman this morning who did not get the memo.
 
Queer in a small town in Oklahoma proudly claiming her right to represent her community in the  sate legislature.
 
The price for missing the memo?
 
Freedom from the gods of judgment
 
Freedom from the gods of imprisonment.
 
Freedom
 
Freedom
 
Freedom to celebrate the miracles of who she is.
 
Written May 28, 2021
Jimmy F Pickett
Coachpickett.org

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