Societies Labeling

Though im blind, I can see. Though I cry, I am not weak. I will die but ill never leave. I do not believe, in societies labeling. Though im crippled, I am not obsolete. I might be handicapped, but I can compete. I might be fat, but my soul is intact. I might be introverted, but I can act. I do not believe, in societies labeling. Though im small, inside im tall- I do not need a big truck To prove anything at all. I might be ugly, but not to my honey- And if beauty is in the eye of The beholder, you shall not Judge me. I cannot hear, but I can Sense your fear. I cannot write but my Message is clear. I am the beautifully broken, story Of the year. I dwell in a trailer, I am not An evil invader. I am an artist not moralities Impostor, I do what artists do- We are not monsters. I am a foster child, nevertheless a human Being, so how could you, treat me as "Less than thee?" So why oh why, do you judge me? When you know, that societies Labeling, does not mean a thing? And where did your own individuality Go, if you cannot make a Decision on your own?

Sickening Societies

Today I watched A soul be raped And did not say A thing until It was too late. Today I watched, Her gentle fire Be put out As she was put down And put up for Hire in within The Liars Shire. I stood and saw Each paw claw and Scrape away at her Fate to line up A tunneled vision Navigational system Not allowing her Peace to flow With ease within.

Barricade Broken

I rose from Hades Fell into the sky Crawled beneath the Golden sealed bridge Of barricades Landed among the vineyards Resplendent lusty leaves, Crawled through the Lowest of valleys, Rose above our eagles eternity, Stretched beyond the miserable Mayhem that these puppets play, Bowed one knee to the purple Sun that slithers to and fro This woeful land, Raised my fist towards the Frenzied Forces, Spat in the forecasts face, Hunted alongside the Beautiful Blue-Bellied Beast of Bittersweet Memory, Cheered the sinners Along in their song. And make no doubt About it I have Allied myself With the Underdog And, of course, pain itself.

The Layers

I am a man of many failures A beast of many layers A child of many prayers