"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."

Saturday, March 04, 2000

My Walk On The Ocean

I look in the mirror
and hate what I see;
not proud of the reflection
staring back at me.

It's not displeasure
with the person within.
I'm proud of my strength and devotion.
It's the way I look
I'm not pleased with,
in spite of my walk on the ocean.

I just see roundness;
overly pale skin;
patches of rose
hiding within;

Various blemishes
standing out;
hair madly
falling about.

It's the roundness
I hate the most.
I can't stand how I look
with or without clothes.

My current life
doesn't allow
the time; money; energy
to do much about it.

I'm so glad
that you love me,
and that you don't see
the things I see.

I know
that your love is true
because you find me beautiful,
in spite of my walk on the ocean.

March 4, 2000

posted by Lorraine Courigan at 7:28 PM

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