"Accolades For Valor" by Matthew Johnson (1993): "She goes through life, gliding, a benevolent seer/ Stopping constantly to aid those in need, those not even dear/ I, an individual, swept up in the storm/ Of a woman, who, in search of herself, defies the norm/ As I, an outcast, fighting myself, yet daring to believe/ That if I ask her aid and succor (and possibly love) she won’t leave/ Giving her heart, mind and soul to every known cause/ Causing me to look about my selfish malestrom, and in introspection give pause/ For all her words, she won’t write about me, does she fail to perceive/ What the object knows to be true and what make believe—/ Words rarely present, presence much more of one/ Is to wish for more as good as wishing for the sun?/ Energy is precious, as I know well to be true/ And I am curious to know, Lorraine, what I can ask of you/ Names are important, they make us who we are/ Much more important than people give credit, by far/ The masses may cry “Lori!” and let them do so!/ For the numbers who call that cannot understand/ They will never know the Lorraine inside, the one crying to live/ Will be forever frustrated by those whose minds are like a sieve/ There may be those who rob her of her world, let them scratch the skin/ They are as pinpricks to the steel within/ These accolades are not exaggeration, not pretentious/ I Just want you to know that there is at least one who is conscious/ That the world is a better place for the life of a woman named Lorraine."

Thursday, June 16, 1994

Homeless












I don't recognize my own world.
I feel like everyone else's girl.
I don't know that I think for myself,
and suddenly I don't feel so well.

At his feet, I know; he's all I know,
but that's just until I go.
Then, I wonder, do I know him at all
or do I know the clown before the walls?

Where do I go from here?
All I can do is fear.
Should I just let go and move on
or have I always been too far gone?

Why is it so right when we're alone,
and why am I so far from home?

Wait...
what's home?

I'm alone.

Others surround me,
but I'm alone.

June 16, 1994

posted by Lorraine Courigan at 11:50 AM

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