A Left-Handed Movement
DescriptionA poem about a left-handed uprising, or 'people of alternative hands' as we prefer to be called (not at all to be taken seriously).
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For far too long, this has gone on. I bottled my feelings, now they’re too strong. My right can’t dance, sing nor jot a single thing that which my left has got. Where are the representatives, the cults, the activists, that stand up for what protrudes on our lefty wrists? Smudges on paper and stupid scissors, if we were born the right way, we’d all be wizards. Handshakes are awkward, the can opener’s an abuser. This unfair world was built for the right handed user. We need to move, we need to take action! We need safer spaces, for the left-handed faction! The pen is ‘hand-ist’, screwdrivers are oppressive. We can’t grasp anything, we’re not allowed to live. It’s not intersectional and it’s not right that “people of alternative hands” have to fight. So, let’s go my lefties! For glory and for freedom! It’s not trivial at all. What, are you so dumb? Can you not see my point of view?