Harry Seymour

Shattered Glass

“AIN’T I A WOMAN” Yelled Sojourner Truth Heard and felt deeply Among abolitionists And suffragettes too

“AIN’T I A WOMAN”
Yelled Sojourner Truth
Heard and felt deeply
Among abolitionists
And suffragettes too
In their seminal struggle
To a vote long overdue
Linked to an inequality
For centuries they feud
Until an anguished cry
“ME TOO!”
Comes full circle to
Control of one’s body
Is not for others to do
Often with impunity
Sanctioned by laws
Born of a misogyny
Soon possibly history
In a perfect political storm
Where gender and race
Unify a powerful voting block
Woman poised to elect
A president who shatters
The hardest ceiling of all
No longer made of glass
Through which little girls
Could never see beyond
The cries of the past
But now they strut
To a new clarion call
“WE’RE NOT GOING BACK.”

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Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Thu, 10/31/2024 - 18:51

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Bennie and Flash Wiley West Tisbury

Love the poem and the art!! You’re amazing!

Bennie and Flash

Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Thu, 10/31/2024 - 20:05

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Ardell Otten Oak Bluffs

Harry, thank you for your beautiful art coupled with beautiful prose which offers some solace in this stressful season.

Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Fri, 11/01/2024 - 07:55

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Frederick Rundlet Tisbury

Through poetry and art, once again, Harry Seymour has enlightened us with thoughts on the human condition. Looking forward to a new day with renewed hope for a time of peace and joy!

Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Mon, 11/04/2024 - 22:05

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Elaine Cawley Weintraub West Tisbury

Beautiful work Harry. Inspiring. Thank you.

Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Tue, 11/05/2024 - 08:18

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Shelley Christiansen Oak Bluffs

Yet another beautiful and poignant pairing, Harry. Feeling seen and heard, come what may.

Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Tue, 11/05/2024 - 19:07

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Paddy Moore West Tisbury

Such a beautiful poem, Harry -- so important, whether we're ninety or nine, mother or father, or still to be born. Thank you for reminding me -- tonight, before the results are in -- that these roots have been planted, and we'll nourish them one way or another. Indeed, we're not going back!

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