Beyond

Beyond I shall die in bluejeans And have nails as red as hell and Be all frizzed and unkempt. I shall look plain with a plain face and My tennis shoes will travel me far and fast. My eyes will see what I've never had a chance to see. My mind and hands will reach down and Clench ugliness and properly dispose of it. I've had enough... Pass it on and Let them fight it. Ghastly dreams. Spit in my eye. You can give me back if you wish. Chase down the hate; Trample it, smash it and Bury it. Angry days and nights, so enrich tomorrow and Kill the cancer. Oh, someday, I'll write of peace, Of joy, of me being me and Liking it.