Pedestal Prisons

B. Jane Lloyd
2 min readJun 2, 2024

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Chipping away at mandated mediocrity

Photo by Luigi Boccardo on Unsplash

Please don’t put me on a pedestal

to keep me safe and sound

‘cause it’s lonely, cold, and boring.

I can’t even move around.

I’m not made of clay or concrete,

your sculpted statue clone.

I’m a living, breathing person

with ideas of my own.

Do you hear me talking to you?

Am I too far off the ground?

This darn pedestal’s a prison.

It’s as if my feet were bound.

I’ve a brain that works, a heart that beats…

created just for me.

I’ve got dreams to dream…a life to live.

Can’t anybody see?

My potential is enormous.

I’ve got talents that astound.

Let me be REAL and you won’t recognize

this person you just found.

I want my soul and yours to touch,

to speak, to dance, to play…

to introduce my life to yours,

but the pedestal’s in the way.

Hurry. Get a sledgehammer.

Time is passing much too fast.

Come on. You can do it.

Give this pedestal a blast!

Don’t worry that I’ll fall. I’m strong.

Just take that tool and pound

’til your mortared myths about me

have all tumbled to the ground.

Then stand beside me.

Look into my eyes,

my precious friend.

You’ll see

how much I love you

for loving me enough

to finally

set me free!

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B. Jane Lloyd
B. Jane Lloyd

Written by B. Jane Lloyd

Mom, Nana, Peacemaker, Truth seeker, Author: Essence, I of LIGHT Empowerment Cards; “You Can’t Keep It In” and “Wheezer the Wire-Loose Goose” children’s eBooks.

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