I saw a discussion on Facebook about the word Relatability and, apparently, it’s another one of those pointless debates in the literary world (see: the Oxford comma) that seems to split older generations from the younger.
Maybe it’s because younger generations weren’t taught grammar properly? Maybe older generations are misinterpreting what younger generations are saying when they use the word? I’m not going to get into an argument over it because English allows for the bending of rules and definitions depending on how they’re used by everyone else.
However, me being a Libra makes me want to look at both sides of the debate. Let’s see how that goes in this poem.
It’s not supposed to be a word,
but we use it and hear it all the time.
I think of the Constitution,
and how it’s amendments are made,
specifically for changing times.
Think of Prohibition,
and how that turned out.
I can understand the hatred
high school students acquire
from reading Shakespeare in English
because it’s not relatable.
Well, they’re right; it’s not.
And how could it?
He was alive however
many centuries ago.
Do you think he could write
a play so universal, so timeless
that kids today could relate to Hamlet?
A word is not a word until
enough people say it’s a word,
until the scholars,
the dictionaries have to give in
English is a democratic language,
after all is said and done,
but the rules of yesteryear,
and those around to learn them,
are still here, and their vote,
their voice is no better
nor worse than ours.
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