Age of Jahiliyah

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An Obstacle by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

I was climbing up a mountain-path

With many things to do,

Important business of my own,

And other people’s too,

When I ran against a Prejudice

That quite cut off my view.

 

So I spoke to him politely,

For he was huge and high,

And begged that he would move a bit

And let me travel by.

He smiled, but as for moving! —

He didn’t even try.

 

And then I begged him on my knees;

I might be kneeling still

If so I hoped to move that mass

Of obdurate ill-will —

As well invite the monument

To vacate Bunker Hill!!

 

So I sat before him helpless,

In an ecstasy of woe —

The mountain mists were rising fast,

The sun was sinking slow —

When a sudden inspiration came,

As sudden winds do blow.

 

I took my hat, I took my stick,

My load I settled fair,

I approached that awful incubus

With an absent-minded air —

And I walked directly through him,

As if he wasn’t there

 

I approached that awful incubus

With an absent-minded air–

And I walked directly through him,

As if he wasn’t there!

 

 

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