Pride
What is pride? If not the smiling eyes of the
crusaders of change, when they turn from victims to actual space sharers,
takers, and givers. pride never means to feel alone in a sea of injustice,
pride means to share the burdens of your conscience with someone who needs to
feel like they are not alone, what is pride if not the colors in your skin, not
just the colors in a crowd being peeked.
What is pride if not my ability to try and rhyme
but always fail, but to never give up, to never give up, for pride isn’t in my
name, or yours, but its alive when we take our names together, a million names
together to break the loopholes society thought right, but who defines right or
rights, who has the right to tell the right from wrong, black from white, color
from discoloring, straight from homosexual, love from hate, life from death,
right from rights, beauty from
who are we to decide how our citizens will lead
their lives, who are we to question their choices, in the name of law, and
doesn’t the world know that Rome wasn’t built in a day, courage isn’t built in
a day, especially in a country like ours, so what is the pride I ask of you, on
this horizontal plane where we all stand equal, what is life, if not the right
to love who you want to, when you want to, and if the world is indifferent to
your feelings, then does the love fade away?
No, it does not, it remains, it remains it will
remain, till the pride does, it should, till the pride prevails, what is pride?
it is for you to discover, in the spaces where you rejected it, stroked it in
your hushed tone, pointing fingers at, chuckling about, never giving pride, but
always taking it away, and look at how it has left you, all alone stranded with
your confusions, so get out of the ignorant cupboards you have locked yourself
in, break the cycle, or else the cycle would break you, but the pride won’t
ever be lost, the time has come, for it to remain, and remain free, free from
you.
Yagrica Repswal
B.COM I B
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