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Mardi Gras
Ever since the flames licked
my fair pink burning flesh,
nothing in my life has remained the same.
I had to go back in to
save my little brother Chris.
Life without him would kill me,
besides myself I would forever blame.
Even though it’s been ten years,
my face still feels the pain.
Having to go through high school
with a scarred face is just lame.
I’ve got the body of a goddess;
I must admit I’m beautiful from the neck down,
but the hideous burn scars
on my face have remained.
Months after the accident
weeks before school started,
a knock at my door came.
An anonymous donor sent a box
full of beautifully hand decorated
Mardi Gras masks made for only the fairest lady,
that’s the day I got my new name.
Each month a new box of masks
would arrive and I would wear everyone.
I became known as the royal shapely, disfigured lady.
Mardi Gras was my fame.
One night a mysterious white box appeared,
inside rested the most unique and intricately
adorned mask of all. It was a pure white mask adorned
with a delicate French ivory lace, fluffy pure white
dove feathers and shiny white pearls outlined the mask.
White is normally considered lame
but this was breathtaking, nothing plain.
Inside the box was also an
invitation, asking me to attend
the prom with "Masked Bandit" Lane.
I couldn’t believe it! All along it was
my handsome next door neighbor and
Chris' best friend, who had been sending
the ornate masks to me. He was my hero now,
my enthusiasm could hardly be tamed..
Lane had always adored my brother Chris and seemed
to like me too. I always knew he had
a crush on me, but I never knew to what extent.
I rushed over to his house where he was playing
with my brother Chris a heated basketball game.
I hugged him and told him that
I would love to go with him to the prom.
Just between you and me,
Lane and I will always be the
masked King and Queen of Mardi Gras
and forever in love we will reign.
In the little town called Cleveland
Some many years ago
In a high school gymnasium
Met a group of girls and boys
Since early in their childhood
They were plagued by many peers
Because they lacked
The perfect look
Like many other kids
After many years of torture
Constant badgering from everyone
They decided was time to take a stand
Claiming freedom once again
The group contained the branded
The freaky geeky boys
The girls slightly on the heavy side
A few all rolled in one
They called their club the meeting
Of freaky boys and busty girls
Requirement was be outcast
From the preps the jocks “the toys”
They arranged a simple protest
Simple protest most fun
To prove that being different
Is not so bad and can be fun
They stripped down to nothing
But a smile on every face
And marched the halls of Cleveland High
In unison they did say
Though we may all look different
Inside we’re all the same
So accept us if you will or not
We’re happy just the same
The faculty at the school that day
We outraged by what they saw
Forty teenage girls and boys
Marching naked down the hall
Parents quickly contacted
Expulsion all around
For the kids labeled freaks and geeks
Their victory it was found
Though the protest was very different
The idea quite deranged
Respect was granted on that day
For the group with guts to say
Being different is not so different
Can be cool they all proclaimed
For the geeky boys and busty girls
We’re proud for each that day
The moral of this story
Though odd but very true
Though outside one looks different
Inside the pages read so true
Looks aren’t that important
But the hearts all beat the same
We are all just like
The kids
From Cleveland high that day
In the little town called Cleveland
Some many years ago
In a high school gymnasium
Met a group of girls and boys
Since early in their childhood
They were plagued by many peers
Because they lacked
The perfect look
Like many other kids
After many years of torture
Constant badgering from everyone
They decided was time to take a stand
Claiming freedom once again
The group contained the branded
The freaky geeky boys
The girls slightly on the heavy side
A few all rolled in one
They called their club the meeting
Of freaky boys and busty girls
Requirement was be outcast
From the preps the jocks “the toys”
They arranged a simple protest
Simple protest most fun
To prove that being different
Is not so bad and can be fun
They stripped down to nothing
But a smile on every face
And marched the halls of Cleveland High
In unison they did say
Though we may all look different
Inside we’re all the same
So accept us if you will or not
We’re happy just the same
The faculty at the school that day
We outraged by what they saw
Forty teenage girls and boys
Marching naked down the hall
Parents quickly contacted
Expulsion all around
For the kids labeled freaks and geeks
Their victory it was found
Though the protest was very different
The idea quite deranged
Respect was granted on that day
For the group with guts to say
Being different is not so different
Can be cool they all proclaimed
For the geeky boys and busty girls
Were proud for each that day
The moral of this story
Though odd but very true
Though outside one looks different
Inside the pages read so true
Looks aren’t that important
But the hearts all beat the same
We are all just like
The kids
From Cleveland high that day
My house sits at the end of the street;
The school bus stops here two times a day.
I watch the children gather and meet;
Remembering my kids that have moved away.
Years ago the old oak tree had to come down,
Leaving a large round stump in the ground;
A perfect place for the little ones to sit,
Waiting on their yellow school bus trip.
I started leaving little trinkets in the stump,
And watched the surprised faces grin.
Their excitement and joy would cause them to jump
When they found the special gifts planted within.
The kids start showing up earlier each day;
Searching the crevices before starting to play.
Sharing the treasures with their other school friends;
I am always disappointed when another school year ends.
One evening when I went out to hide some small toys,
I saw a piece of paper rolled up in a clump.
In a child’s writing was; “From all the girls and boys”
“Thank you so much for being a love giving stump.”