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Pro Noun

By Rebekah Iliff on February 9, 2019

She or he, or them or they;
We’re all the same in some small way.
We crazy laugh, and then we cry
As dreams unmet leave us with “why?”

Blake’s famous poem says it so:
We all are meant for “joy and woe.”
As suns do set they also rise
Upon our hearts and human eyes.

So as we wonder down the path
Abundant now with scorn and wrath,
We’re best to stop, then look and say:
“How, my friend, are you today?”

And then we’ll see it matters not
The labels for which we have fought.
For when the soul finds kinship sweet
A pronoun there is incomplete.

Published in Poems

Rebekah Iliff
Rebekah Iliff

Rebekah Iliff is the founder of WriteVest, a writer's collective specializing in publisher-ready content for enterprise brands and startups. In addition to her client work, she is a contributing writer for Inc. Magazine, Entrepreneur, Forbes, and Business2Community and a guest columnist for The Satirist. Her writing has also appeared in Mashable, HuffPost, Bloomberg Businessweek, FastCompany, and The New York Times. She has advised on books such as Everyone's a Critic, written by NYT bestselling author Bill Tancer, and The Fuzzy and the Techie, recently released by venture capitalist and Presidential Innovation Fellow, Scott Hartley. Currently, she is the lead writer and producer for "Food Roots," a travel-food documentary series set to air on PBS. For her creative work, Rebekah is currently represented by ICM Partners in New York.

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