If I Could Turn Back Time — I Wouldn’t


April is National Poetry Month for Canada.  I am a poet of sorts – sorta not a very good one.  However, I found this  effort tucked away in a folder that I had cleverly labeled “Original Writings”  at some point in my life.  This poem is untitled.  Maybe it’s not even a poem.  Oh, well.  Forgive me, Canada.

There are some things that I am.

I am glad that I am a woman born in this particular time.

I am grateful for the opportunities that I have had in my life to choose my own spaces, my own career, my own roles in life.

I am fortunate.

I am also concerned about the future.

I am worried that my struggles and the struggles of women before me are going to reappear unnecessarily.

I am angry at the thought of having to fight battles again that I thought had already been won.

I am tired of a political climate that threatens my survival as a real person in a world that is as much mine as it is anyone’s.

There are many things that I am not.

I am not going to pretend that there are no problems.

I am not going to hope that things will work out without my help.

I am not going to depend on someone else to speak up for me anymore.

I am not going to quit.

The poem is undated, but it was typed with several typos on a real typewriter on plain white typing paper that is now yellowed with age.  The tone indicates the time period during the efforts to ratify the Equal Rights Amendment so that would be forty years ago.  I like it not because of the quality of the writing  but because I like the young woman  in her twenties who wrote it, and I like to think she followed through on her promise not to quit.

Social justice issues were struggles which often required courage and tenacity  on small battlefields in churches and offices and at dinner tables and cocktail parties and family reunions.  Consciousness raising in the days before Will and Grace was a thankless task in everyday conversations at work and play.  The light at the end of the tunnel appeared to be  the proverbial oncoming train.

But the times did change.  I wept as I added my partner’s name to my company benefits paperwork for the first time in 2003.  I was sitting in my new office by myself and was overwhelmed by the enormity of the moment.    Domestic partner benefits.  I was fifty-seven years old and the light at the end of the tunnel wasn’t a train.

So today I celebrate National Poetry Month with my friends in Canada and remind myself that, unlike Cher, if I could turn back time — I wouldn’t.

About Sheila Morris

Sheila Morris is an essayist with humorist tendencies and a passion for photojournalism. She has published four nonfiction books including two memoirs, an essay collection and a collection of her favorite blogs from I'll Call It Like I See It. She has been blogging for seven years as her alter ego, The Red Man, her rescued Welsh terrier but now is reduced to writing as herself since the Red Man left Casa de Canterbury for good in February of 2016. She is a displaced Texan living in South Carolina with her wife Teresa Williams and their dogs Spike and Charly.
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8 Responses to If I Could Turn Back Time — I Wouldn’t

  1. Millie says:

    You have a poets heart my dear friend. Peace !

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    • Thanks, Millie M – you old golf-club throwing old dyke. You have the heart of a friend who never says no to a person in need, and that must be what the poets call a heart of gold.

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  2. Robyn says:

    I am sooo grateful that I knew the 20 year old and who she became. I am thrilled that I still know and love the 67 year old who has made me so, so proud. I know where you come from, girlfriend.

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    • Robyn, girl, you knew my mother from home and most of my other family in my Not Quite the Same days. We will always have Blanton, Room 310, the one next to the laundry for the hall. Thank you so much for your column yesterday. I need to reblog that somehow if I can figure it out! Bless you for the frienship of the past getting close to 50 years. Should we have a Golden Anniversary next year?? 🙂

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  3. Bob says:

    Strong piece, girl!

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  4. Linda says:

    Amen, sister girl!

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