A Love Letter to My Print Out of the New Yorker Weinstein Piece

When I didn’t think

I had what it took

I carried you with me.

 

I had run out of articles,

I begged a friend to print you out.

You became my lifeline.

 

Your torn edges,

Your faded ink,

Your worn out creases.

 

When I stood before him,

Battered, Bruised, like you,

I hid you,

Close to my heart. 

 

I took you everywhere.

Every new person

I confessed to,

You were there.

 

Between my fingers, 

Hidden in Too-Big-Sweatshirt pockets,

Designed to let me 

Hide the shame.

 

I would twiddle with you,

While you lay

With your pulitzer,

Amongst gum wrappers

Pens, my algebra homework,

And some dimes.

 

In a quiet moment,

When I didn’t think I could make it through the day,

I’d sit with you, and read.

 

I was reminded of the

Resilience,

Defiance,

And Courage,

Emblazoned on your pages.

 

I read of

Ambra Battilana Gutierrez

Mira Sorvino

Rosanna Arquette

And all the others,

Who risked it all,

To protect others.

I was reminded of Ronan,

Who risked it all,

To listen.

 

If you could do it,

Me Too.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world
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