When my fingers hurt
the pain binds and forms
at the base of my greatest fear
I never knew fear
Until it knocked on my door
So fierce that
What words were on the tip of my tongue
Are drying up into dust in my mouth
The taste that lingers a lifetime
a sickness summoned for the saints
to strafe the fear growing inside the soul
My heartbeat escalates to full speed
But my body is numb to the floor
And my mind is in a twirling tornado
Tears of fear rush down into streams
When my fingers hurt and I can not write
this fear beckons to my mind
as I use the verbs to clear the nerves
Can you hear the drops of my tears
Drumming to the beat of my fear
When my fingers hurt
the pain binds and forms
at the base of my greatest fear
I never knew fear
Until it knocked on my door
So fierce that
What words were on the tip of my tongue
Are drying up into dust in my mouth
The taste that lingers a lifetime
a sickness summoned for the saints
to strafe the fear growing inside the soul
My heartbeat escalates to full speed
But my body is numb to the floor
And my mind is in a twirling tornado
Tears of fear rush down into streams
When my fingers hurt and I can not write
this fear beckons to my mind
as I use the verbs to clear the nerves
Can you hear the drops of my tears
Drumming to the beat of my fear
It was raining fish from up in the sky
Hard to believe, but saw it with my very own eyes
They just appeared
We all cheered
But poor Mrs. Swartz fell off her chair yelling “bonsai”!
Mickey and Minnie were lovers
Not ones you're thinking about, my friends
Mickey Swartz and Minnie O'Malley
A pairing they had to defend
Got married just a little while ago
To the dismay of the people they knew
From a couple of totally different cultures
Had the blessings of only a few
Why does it matter and create such a furor
Isn't the most important thing love
Love conquers all, that's what matters most
Other judgements, we should rise above
Aware this is quite a controversial subject
Not everyone agrees with my stance
What I say is “live and let live”
No matter how we put on their pants
We're all apart of the HUMAN race
Though we don't all use the same tongue
Please give Mickey and Minnie your blessing
No matter what background they're from
© Jack Ellison 2013
I'm not the "Scum from Swartz Creek".
I'm not the "Geek from Gaines".
I'm not the "Brat from Byron",
but the stigma still remains.
I've worn so many labels
and I've lived up to them all.
Refuse to be on display.
I just can't take the fall.
If what you see is ugly,
or just not what you'd be,
try to see how important it is
that you be you and I be me.
I'm not the Scum from Swartz Creek.
I'm not the Geek from Gaines.
I'm not the Brat from Byron,
but the stigma still remains.
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