She speaks her own mind, stomps her own feet
It’s her own life, living to her very own beat
She sees through all of your lies and deceits
There’s nothing on her . . .
Jumping in and out of all of your minds
She’s met the lot, it takes all kinds
Recognizing all those dodgy signs
There’s nothing on her . . .
Dancing with all those snakes in the grass
Faking their lives, they have no morals, or class
Their dirty tricks collected in their pocketful’s amass
There’s nothing on her . . .
They all want what she’s got, and that’s the lot
Yeah, she remembers you, she forgets you not
She’s forever having to dodge their latest shot
There’s nothing on her . . .
Behind her back they all call her names
Try to mess with her head with all of their games
But hey, it’s her writes that puts them all to shame's
There’s nothing on her
There’s nothing on her
Yeah
There’s nothing on her . . .
I remember standing proud in the shadows
Observing those who were belittling me,
Their insults sometimes piercing like arrows
Wondering how different our futures would be
They were the jocks, I, the consummate geek.
Oh, how I wanted to be one of those fellow
Football-players strong, they saw me as weak
They were ironclad, and I like a marshmallow.
When academic standings were announced,
My name always found its place near the top
After school I could count on getting pounced,
I thought the intimidating would never stop.
When I returned for our twentieth-class reunion,
My classmates took note of my achievements
With my tormentors there was no communion,
No one celebrated their calamitous life events.
I felt so disappointed life was passing them by,
For they had every opportunity for success
I wondered if somehow strength did not apply,
But, in the long run, they seemed not in distress.
It is true that it takes all kinds to make a world,
There is room for both the jocks and the geeks
Think, we are all in the cauldron of life swirled
And none of us deserve being treated like freaks.
written February 27, 2022
The brave man or woman, like sunshine, speaks his/her truth.
The get-a-alongs, say nothing new, afraid to rock the boat.
It takes all kinds to make the world work.
I’d like much more courage, than seeing others going through life
with a insensitive smirk.
I cannot plant the love of being a sparkler for life in anyone’s heart.
More unwilling to love you, and with ice cold hearts, soon depart!
12/24/2021
Life has changed throughout the years.
We have seen a lot and been through more.
Friends we started off as and family we became.
Hearts locked as one nothing can break us apart.
Knowing when the world has turned against you
There’s a place to run to.
Where people care just because it’s you.
People who understand your ups and downs,
and who have watched you trip and fall.
It takes all kinds of personalities to make a family work.
I wouldn’t change my family for the world.
I took a time
One I could very much call my own
If not much I’ll find
That someplace to perhaps call my home
And I did not find it to be
This one place to only belong in dreams
Yet of places traveled to see
The many faces of people I’ve only seen
It takes all kinds of people to create this world
And it only has to be for a world to move on
Unlike the seas... if found were that many pearls
Have we humanities as vast as nature to belong?
Perhaps there were places I can sustain
Yet... along the way I’m to find myself changing
A forever time moving to never maintain
Have I dreams anew to another day’s reckoning?
Have I found that much?
To never want to find a place to call home
Did I take the time?
Haven’t I found a time to call my own?
MALL
It takes all kinds
All kinds and shapes
(Let’s single one out)
I wonder what he does? Eats”
Where he lives?
What he THINKS?
Some kind deliverance denies access
Along the scale-line of good and evil positive
and negative is there music?
What color is red?
What are his personal private dimensions?
I sit on a bench fascinated;
They all pass by – sale-duped
And if you watch long enough you forget self -
The faces!
Bodies!
Heights!
The strides! -
You brush guilt aside
Laugh like hell inside
There are so many people scattered all over this earth -
the numbers keep increasing, with every single birth.
Everyone is different, no two are alike –
we each have our own purpose – from the elderly to the tyke.
Heavy, thin, gay and straight – no one is the same.
Black, white, yellow, and pink – we each have a name.
Some of us will become well-known, and some will choose to stay hidden -
forcing everyone to be the same, should strictly be forbidden.
It takes all kinds to run this earth – all with different tasks.
When everyone stays true to themselves – only then may we take off the masks.
So my friends, be proud of who you are -
that is how the world will survive and the reason it has come this far.
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