she stood, vulnerable, waiting
waves of jeers cast upon her
cold stares
her life as the different

hands on hips, defiantly exposed
aaaaaof so-called humanity
hardballs hurled in hatred

ignorance deflected
she dared to say
quietly, firmly,
i am

IMG_4340Photo Credit: video displayed at Boston’s Museum of Fine Arts; Monomorphic, 2013 by Nick Night and Geoffrey Lillemon.

5 thoughts on “Outcast

  1. heavenhappens June 4, 2016 / 9:47 am

    Powerful words and image here. I loved the hardballs hurled in hatred…so painful for thoise who are different in any way. Brilliant poem.

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  2. jillys2016 June 5, 2016 / 10:26 am

    Lillian, The visual structure of this fabulous poem mirrors the remarkable image so perfectly! I love how your line breaks bring me up short and make me read again. This is a delight 🙂

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    • lillian June 6, 2016 / 6:31 am

      Hi Jilly — so happy to read your response over my morning cup! Took me a few weeks after seeing this exhibited at the MFA to figure out how I wanted to approach it. Glad you enjoyed.


      • jillys2016 June 6, 2016 / 9:33 am

        The MFA is on my wish list. A visit to a great gallery or exhibit always sparks poetry. It took me a few weeks to stop gasping after the Women of Vision (NG) exhibit came to Orlando. THEN I could write about it. Art begets art.

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