Continuing our discussion on the importance of moving away from gender stereotypes I’d like to share a poem from Dorri Ziai.
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Chip the Rock
let me chip away at the marble air between us
until the only forms left are the davids and mona lisas
perfect forms like the gods feel unworthy to meet us
we are our own creation
so best get started on a treatise
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chip away, theres too much rock between us
chip the rock until gems appear in us
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at this moment, you’re still a figment of my imagination
cuz i’m seeing you sullied in marble and clay
weighted down in the fear that life is inescapably this way
that’s why we have to start chipping the rock away
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chip every cold word
every cry unheard
every flick of the eyelids
every head turned
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chip every head turn
every hatred learned
every incident of violence
every body violated
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chip every dream denied the portrayal of only one side
chip every innocence shattered by seeing now what never before mattered
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all these have grown the rock, hardened the clay
lets love ourselves and chip it all away.
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not having words to speak
because the fear’s been driven so deep
since day one the world tells us
to hate what we must keep
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this is the rock that we must defeat
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slavery used to be picking cotton from the fields
now we’re slaves to picking cotton off the shelves
this is the slavery of our souls to our selves
picking diet pills
this is the rock of oppression
this is the rock of hatred
this is never taking a walk where the lowly and the humble tread
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and it is the weight of our walking
that will keep this rock from getting bigger
travel this world, move your feet
chip through molten lava, rock, clay, dirt
the rubber on your sneakers ’till our soles finally meet
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walk where you’re not supposed to
walk where you’re most scared to
walk where they say you’ll get lost
and walk until you perceive no cost
in leaving in home
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home is a good place to be
but stay there and you atrophy
so when showed a new path, choose,
because you won’t learn from walking
’till you try it in someone else’s shoes
it’s not over just cuz we say we believe
question your life
look for what you don’t see
chip the rock away
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you see a smile on my face
but heart’s singing the blues
too many people living this life only in their own shoes
head’s spinning in circles
but my soul’s not confused
i keep chipping the rock
’till i see the God in you
This is beautiful and so full of truth. The enslavement to consumerism, the cult of beauty, social conventions–these prevent us from being our true selves. My reflex nowadays is to think that it’s best not to care at all what anyone thinks of me; then I wonder whether that’s taking it too far. Maybe we should care a little bit, just not enough that it keeps us from seeing clearly and doing the right things.