Mark The Outcry - A Speech At The Oscars.

He took the paper from his inside pocket - unfolded it - looked in the camera - thanked the academy - and began his speech:

And I cherish you, lovers, artists, peacemakers, loyal spouses

I am sorry that I was for long not the one I should have been

And though I tried, also could not be who you wanted that I was

I could not even be me, he that I myself wanted that I was

What have I been then or rather who then what or not

Does that really matter, I was not myself, I not me

While I longed to be the happy free being that I once was

So many years back, so much suffering ago, oy forgiveness

Sweet, lovingly, cheerful that what society took from me

And that, in his name, I will not forget, but I will come again

I shall return in myself I shall be in me again out the shadows

And be allowed to sit at his feet, in the light, salvaged and child

With him to judge you and you, his reign will be so utterly different

As I am allowed to unhappiness as long as this planet is flawed

So long as I am broken, yes split, I am allowed to be imperfect

To be doleful for the I is much too dominant in me and you

There should be room for you and others and not just focus on me

See why his ruling shall be so different, so mark my outcry 

And be jubilant with the unhappiness in this foul world

Not everyday can be fun, not every person in your life can be witty

What will you do to make this a better world, a less plastic society

Be finally independent, in mind and behaviour, not necessarily financially 

The latter is the pitfall this artificial world has set for you and me

The trap you laid yourself is that you expect perfection from every other

And you not being perfect is your everyday hardship, your outcry

Remember his judgement may be different ¡but keep in mind, mine will not!

He gave a last sassy smile in the camera - folded his unread paper - put it back in his pocket - and turned - the public silenced….