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So I wrote a response poem, I won’t even say it was a good poem but rather a knee jerk response. It was something I needed, a bit of therapy I suppose.
I have read it twice in the last week at places because I guess I needed that.
I wrote it because a man told me I seemed angry in this poem https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=879626902198244&id=252755928218681. He told me to “move on to a higher plane”.
He tuned into a radio show and heard it. The radio show (which aired last Friday on Central Standard KCUR) featured me for a full hour, started with a poem I wrote about my mother as a super hero, talked about my service, compassion, ministry, prayer, love, family, “the talk”, my ratchetry lol, etc. It painted a portrait of me if you will.
Of this whole hour long show this man felt the need to reach out to me through my website regarding 45 seconds of a 3 minute poem played during an hour long show.
Because the performance was pointedly angry towards the end about rape and the ignored intersectionality and diversity of its victims.
I cannot get over the fact he told me to “move on to a higher plane”. As if telling survivors of sexual assault to move on isn’t insult enough but to project that a person giving an emotional response is not on the correct plane or is somehow lower than you or …. IDK … Just … IDK
Art is the tool God gave me to move on with.
I ministered to myself with this.
I don’t know any other way to live than this.
Survivors deal, suppress, reppress, move forward, move with and continue on their own terms.
His response … all one sentence of it … is still messing with me.
It reminds me how many of him are out there.
It reminds me how far …
we haven’t come.