Shall we visit

Plymouth Rock

and feel the weight of time

eat at our souls, the memories

of patriarchy in silent

judgement looking down

their collected noses,

a decree of continued disappointment

and an unmoving…

…unwavering opinion steeped

in Victorian moral uptight stone;

the Plymouth Rock, not for me

and the ship that carries my worth,

I will land close by,

for a few hours

and then depart, taking my cold

memories with me.

Ian D. Hall 2018