The World can be a cruel place
With rigid standards of the norm
And heaven help a being who
Openly doesn’t try to conform.
Fat Alice they called her
Not exactly PC
For the person wasn’t fat
Nor willingly a she.
Gender undetermined
Was that persons choice
And it face the world with
An exquisitely powerful voice
That could charm the birds
Down from the trees
Evocative of the wind
Blowing off the gentle seas.
Far Alice conquered the world
But led a very stressful life
Always seeming to live on
The very edge of a knife.
For when a person is different
Society doesn’t bother to ask why
And, no matter how talented, can turn
And suddenly hang them out to dry.
With admiration respect to a transgendered friend who, at times, goes through hell, but always with great dignity.
The hand, now cold as alabaster,
the one that stroked my fevered brow,
or applied the Germolene and plaster,
is old and withered and lifeless now.
Kind eyes, the first I ever saw,
watched over my formative years,
watched as I bawled and crawled and more,
but now they shed no tears.
Hair, once lustrous, that tickled my nose,
and shone in the sun like burnished gold,
framing a face that would shame a rose,
now looking lank and grey and old.
Full lips that kissed my scabby knees
and told me, "There, there, that's fine,"
that could charm the birds right out the trees,
now a rictus, no more than a line.
There is no dignity nor comfort in dying,
it robs us of all human trait
and those that say different are only lying,
to spare us contemplating our fate.
You’re caring and sensitive.
You care about others,
I see a world filled with happiness,
That starts with you.
You are the one who I see,
Who can charm the birds out of their nests.
I cry when you’re sad,
But remember this…
You are beautiful!
I know what it’s to be misunderstood,
I say don’t lose your faith.
You should try to be yourself,
Remember You are Beautiful!
I cannot pretend to know how you feel,
But know that I’m here for you,
Reach for my heart,
Cause its held out to you,
My shoulders are small,
But you can cry on them too.
Everything changes,
But know this,
I’m here for you.
Remember You’re Beautiful!
To the piper's gate
I rush headlong
With thoughts of fate
I sing along
Such beauty in his lilting
Such longing in his tune
So far over my heart is tilting
His voice my only boon
Such wonder in his words
A heady mix of passions fire
He can even charm the birds
The piper of my hearts desire
Soft and round with smiling eyes
Baking candies, cookies, cakes and pies.
No better chef could ever be
Than my dearest sweet mommy.
Mrs. Claus could not compete
With my dearest sweet mommy.
She could even charm the birds.
I saw her myself, you can take my word.
And when I fell and bumped my knee,
She was there to comfort me.
When I was sick and felt so bad,
She found ways to make me glad.
When I was bad she gave me a whop
And told me why I had to stop.
Everyday she taught to me
The things she knew that I would need.
Now I am grown and she is gone.
I’ve missed her so much for so very long.
In my memories now I see her face,
Her smiling eyes and gentle grace.
I can see her still charming the birds
Or angles perhaps with her comforting words.
I will
Outshine the sun
Lie on the clouds
Play on golden strings
Of sunny harp
I will
Charm the birds
With sweet melodies
Poison the snakes
With nectars of love
I will
Drown drops of rain
Flow in the river
Tame the winds of sea
Delve into depths of oceans
I will
Sow the seeds of joy
Cut the trunks of hate
Kiss delicate petals
Drink the dews
I will
Lull the stars to sleep
Steal the moon’s dreams
Shower in the moonlight
Bathe in night’s velvet bed
I will, I will…
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