Reaching for the door he stumbled and fell
Under his prone body, the earth danced and shook
Maybe it was the rum shots of rum, but he then saw a painting fall
Being of not-so-sound mind, he laughed at the irony
Liquid courage surged through his veins as he managed to stand again
Except that’s when the house fell around him, so he joined it and cried.
Everything you do affects me negatively and yet
Now you have the nerve to just stand there in front of me trying to be innocent
Expecting me to forgive you of your many sins, so many of them against me
Maybe I should forgive you, something I should have learned in Sunday school
Yet I can’t do that, so that’s why I am going to throw out this mirror!
Couldn’t stand being put in one when she was young
Objecting to the degrading idea of facing the epitome of a box
Realizing she never wanted to be inside that construct ever again
Now she does her own thing while society fiddles and burns
Energized knowing she is living her best life
Regretting that the rest of humanity decided not to follow her and stayed in the …
Booming vibrato oscillating his tonsils
As his car vibrated with each beat, threatening to loosen every fastener
So, he knew he should lower the volume, but
Since he just couldn’t stand to hear her voice anymore…
Perhaps he should just conform to the pirates’ code
And just wear the basic black
That would make things so much easier
Considering how much he loved to stand out, though
He put back on the rhinestone studded one, even though it hurt because it looked fabulous!
Crashing together in mortal combat
Leaving corpses in our wake
As we fight towards the gates of Hell
Soon we are against those blackened iron spikes
Here we will make our eternal stand
Every single one of them were gone
X marked the spot where the last one had died
That seemed such a minor thing at the time, and yet
It was the beginning of the end for the rest of us
Now I stand here to make another monument
Chiseling an X using my fingernails on the spot I stand
This is where the last of us will take their final breathe
Can’t get a seat at the table?
Relegated to looking on, waiting for something to hit the floor?
Under foot and unnoticed?
Maybe this year is when you stand up and demand a seat.
Become a partner with those who should be your peers.
So stop settling for mere…
Still there she was, even after he had left her
The universe was shattered, her everything was gone
And yet she was still upright
Now she didn’t know what to do, or how she would go on, but
Determined to not let him down, only then did she fall to her knees
Leaving the chains behind is just the start
It means helping the formerly enslaved stand up
Being there to lend a hand in moving forward
Enabling them to not only survive but thrive
Reach for those hands across the divide
Trust that the world will be better in the long run
You can help bring justice for all
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