Solid Rock

In my opinion the most important urge as a human is a sense of belonging.

Yes, there’s love.

But …

If you don’t feel a part of something ,

A tribe

A village

A movement,

You’re emotionally fucked.

Which brings me to World Pride .

My mother and Aunty took me to the second Mardi Gras in Sydney,

I was 10.

It was far from the glitz and glamour of today.

I saw people marching together.

They were united.

They were proud.

Now is a good time for me to share a poem I wrote about that time in my life.

Scared.
Misplaced.
I looked out across the bay toward the heads.
I felt pride
and a sense of
Belonging
This was the
Birthplace of the nation
So I was told.
I needed to belong
To something
I was seven.
200 years earlier
Did a child stand watching
The white sails
Scared and about to be
Misplaced?

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Author: Soul Scribbling

A creative writer learning to listen to my heart and be inspired by my soul . Scribbling my version of events and thinks I have thunk. LANGUAGE WARNING!

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