Birthright: Graffiti Poetry

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Remember as a child
when you didn’t
think better…or
worse about yourself?
You just let yourself
be and you were
perfection personified.
You had a space in the
world and you innately
knew that yours was as
important…and not less
than…anyone else’s.

That was your birthright.
If you’ve lost it, only
you can find it again.

Anna Montgomery introduces Graffiti poetry today at dVerse Poets:

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  1. oh dang…so true…and out respoinsibility in letting someone or ourselves take it too…
    cool pic as well gayle…

    hey shoot me an email at btm2007(at)


    • Our self esteem sure does take a beating through the years doesn’t it. But bottom line…it truly is up to us whether we want to regain it or not. Tough, yes…but so worth it to take our power back.

      Will send you an email, Brian…


  2. Lovely pic here, gayle. So many beautiful things have been drawn/written in chalk. As permanent as those 10-year-old selves, unfortunately. However, I do think that 10-year-old self of mine is still in there, wanting to be let loose.


    • I loved chalking on our nice, smooth black-top road in front of our house as a kid…such fun playing chalked hopscotch and other games out there. Yes, I believe that 10 year old is healthy and happy inside of me too. She does make an appearance now and then. Thanks, Susan.


  3. made me think.. i think i lost that birthright very early to some unhappy circumstances..trying to find it now as a grown up again…smiles


    • I lost that birthright at an early age too, Claudia…but know it is mine to regain whenever I’m ready…or able. From outward appearances, you seem to be doing very well. You have a very bright and positive spirit.


  4. truth and nicely drawn


  5. Very true.


  6. I like the remembrance of the birth right ~ If only we know where and how to find it again and again ~ Good one Gayle ~


    • It seems to come and go throughout my life…self-esteem rising and falling. Self acceptance is so important to our lives though. Thank you, Grace.


  7. Oh so true. The child in me remains and I let her out to play sometimes…

    Anna :o]


    • So glad you can tap into that little girl within. I definitely can still be childlike…I love that side of me…feels good.


  8. True and touching. I needed to hear this today, thank you.


  9. kkkkaty1

     /  February 22, 2013

    ..I like the message and a kind of hop scotch graffiti to go with..;)


  10. The thought of being judged by my 10-year-old self is frightening. The challenge of being/becoming someone he would be proud of and want to know is huge, but perhaps it’s something we could all aspire to. Certainly got me thinking.


    • It is huge…children with their honesty tell it like it is and know instinctively whether they like someone or not. I think my 10 year old self would like me!


  11. Spot on Gayle! It matters not how long it takes but the getting there will happen. It did for me and it will for others. Nice write.


    • That’s right, Renee…it doesn’t matter how long it takes but if you have an intention set forth it will happen. Thanks my friend.


  12. If only we could teach kids to never lose it — it wouldn’t take a lifetime to find! Great write, Gayle!!


    • I think that very same thing, Becca. The trick is to never have them lose themselves in the first place. I look at my granddaughter and these thoughts surface…


  13. What a brilliant concept, Gayle! My 10 year old self found such spontaneous joy in innocent pastimes ~ I loved playing hopscotch, too! Your words have made me realise how long it has been, since I touched that place where …oh, you know! Thank you for setting this thought train in motion, it’s just what I could do with focusing on right now! 🙂


  14. Such good advice. And your image makes me want to move downtown so I can hit the streets early morning and write a tiny poem for the working world to walk upon and wonder about. You have inspired me, Gayle.


    • Wouldn’t that be fun…to leave messages on the street…really like that idea. So glad to have inspired you, Kim…thanks for coming by.


  15. I fear I don’t remember ever being like that. But I enjoyed your poem.


  16. How true, Gayle. I heard somewhere that you are your most authentic self when around 10-12 years of age … I think your poem speaks beautifully to that concept. And it made me think how sad that too often children’s innate level sense of themselves can be destroyed by bullying and comparison and too much pressure put on them to succeed.


    • It’s something that I feel very strongly about having grown up in a household with an alcoholic father who set a tone of chaos for the family. My sensitive nature did not do well in those conditions…I was very unhappy. But still I realize that those days are gone and it’s up to me to heal and move on. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if every child grew up with a strong sense of self… Thanks for your thoughts, Diane.



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