I have been thinking of a poem I learned a long time ago.Â For some reason, I learned it with “She” instead of “He.”Â I just found it, and I think it would be appropriate to share here.
She drew a circle that shut me out
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout
But love and I had the wit to win;
We drew a circle that took her in.
As someone who always felt left out, this poem always resonated with me.Â I thought, how clever, to be left out and to draw a new circle of inclusion like that.Â But I always felt powerless to draw the circles.Â I was nothing but an outcast.Â I guess that this has motivated me though, and influenced me quite a bit.Â I keep trying to draw circles of inclusion.Â The trick is to get those I include to accept that circle I drew.Â They don’t always, and I suppose it isn’t up to me.Â But my circle stillÂ includes them anyway.