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No Shame in My Game

We got a chance to sit down with Rosemarie Wilson again, this week. With a new poem and a new poetry workshop, she’s got a lot to be proud of! Enjoy a piece of bold poetry from Wilson. 

 I’ll be conducting a one-hour poetry workshop for teens on August 6, 2011 with the theme “You are the Gift–Unwrap Your Talent.”  When I wrote “No Shame in My Game,” my thoughts were of teenagers who are very impressionable and fall victim to the ills of peer pressure.  By unlocking their gifts and capitalizing on their strengths without outside influences, hopefully they’ll appropriately focus their energies on themselves while recognizing their talents so that they may be shared with the world.  If we listen to what others have to say and tailor our actions according to their thoughts, we’ll never know what we’re actually capable of ourselves because we conform to please others.  Someone will always have something to say whether it’s negative or positive.  The choice is ours whether or not we agree or if we will entertain their thoughts.

For more information on the You Are the Gift conference for girls, please visit http://www.hisagency.org/unwrap/

No Shame in My Game

 I used to be ashamed of my height because I was taller than most of the boys and girls in my neighborhood but then I recognized closeness to the sky in my reach for the stars.

I used to be embarrassed that I was an honor roll student before joining the ranks of thousands who were proverbial nerds just like me.

I despised boarding two buses every day after high school and arriving home at 4:30 p.m. only to get teased by my friends for getting home so late, until I learned they were home early because they were 12th grade drop outs.

I used to think that my girls were too large and heavy until I read that women pay thousands of dollars to upgrade their cups from an A or B to a C or a D.

I used to wear closed-toe shoes in the summer months before I saw a woman with no feet, dressed in a skirt, wheeling in a wheelchair.

I used to think that the pitch of my voice was too high before a deaf mute handed me a note asking me to write directions.

I wondered why my skin was darker than some yet lighter than most, but learned to appreciate melanin during a summer trip toCancun.

I used to be ashamed of my extra pounds until I heard Jamie Foxx call plus size, size sexy.

I used to worry about the hair on my head before I befriended a cancer survivor who lost her entire mane.

I used to walk with my eyes planted solidly to the pavement before learning that I should always remain aware of my surroundings.

I thought I was unappealing but being slapped across the face by a teen who exclaimed “I think I’m pretty” revealed thoughts and actions of a seasoned jealous soul.

The confidence in my stride should never be taken as weakness.

I know I’m not the most beautiful girl in the world.

No one is perfect; my shortcomings are mine and mine alone.

Laughter is the best medicine so I’ve heard, but it’s often a harmful pill to swallow.

Colorful jokes can be made and laughed upon without pointing fingers or downing others to uplift self.

Sticks and stones—whatever, I’m doing me!

I refuse to allow societal ills and gossip win.

At any given time, at least one person will make unkind or adversarial comments.

Commentary against the spirit should not be given any thought.

Easier said than done, huh?

The choice is ours.

Shall we put more stock in what others relay or embrace confidence from within?

I choose the latter…and you?

© 2011

Rosemarie Wilson

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