We’re put down, beat down, and shit upon
And then we leave our childhood home
A sad sad planet to roam
Where we find folks to make us feel again at home:
Put down, beat down, and shit upon.
If we get real good we learn to live alone
Where we put down, beat down, and shit upon ourselves.
I rise up, lift up, my heart, my soul, my inner core and my coil spring mattress too.
In this moment I:
Eye myself into seeing my beauty
Ear myself into hearing the good about me
Sniff the aroma of my humanity
Taste the cheese grits and eggs of a life out the bounds of other folk’s strictures
Feel you touch me with your own humanity as we create our own scripture
The gospel according to my own freedom, salvation from gin and life everlasting
At least ‘til I cum.
R. Scardino 3/2/07 after I was called in to work on my day off.
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3 comments:
Glad you were able to turn that poem around...I was going to agree with that first part, but so happy to see a solution.
:)
xx
Jesse
It's amazing what cheese grits can do for ya.
It hurts to look back and realize you've been caught in a vicious circle.
That's why its so nice to read about you finding your way out of it.
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