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Forgotten sons and daughtersJune 25th 2010
Friends, relatives, and associates
Rejected and quickly swept under the carpet
Living their alternative lives
Daring to break from the mold of society
They bear the labels on their backs
Persecuted because she chose her
Alienated because he chose him
Enraged and confused
Misunderstanding and fear take hold of them
Waving their torches and pitch forks in the air
Marching to the steady drum beat
So called perverts, and deviants
Driven into the asylums
Facilities constructed for brainwashing youth
Infiltrating their minds
Staying true to themselves
Spitting out the foul medicine
Fly the banner of freedom high
So that it may tower the intolerance of old
Wiped clean from the face of the earth
Standing proud , so truthful and honest
No longer cowering from the person in the mirror
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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