| People Poetry - AB |
| An observation - June 13, 1999 I am tired of injustice I am tired of cruelty People do not deserve disrespect Is the point of being disrespectful simply to build yourself up? why else would you want to make others feel poorly? We have enough sorrow and pain in this world, we do not need nor want what crabbiness gives we have enough death famine and tragedies to keep ourselves unhappy we do not need bullies I am tired of injustice I am tired of cruelty I am tired of people like you you know who you are people tell me to grow up and deal I tell you to grow up and stop hiding behind cruelty Bullshit I can't get in a church I supposedly haven't found God If I came out, Then, I'm here to recruit others and I have a disease and I'm here to destroy the family structure and I'm here to assault your children I am not here to be myself and love people . . . My kind of "love" is evil . . . I don't know love because I'm not straight |
| As I Lay Crying - March 18, 2001 Less than two hours before my plane departs how many until she kills herself? she has locked away so many stories so much pain and walked away when I cry for her she says if people would let her mourn she'd be all right I took that as her telling me to fuck off but I know there's a difference between mourning a loss and becoming a statistic and we did so many things that she says she wasn't ready for but if I knew I wouldn't have tried I can take no I can take back off but she said nothing until the end she should have told me to back off when I told her I was falling but if she had I wouldn't be worried over her safety and yet what have I accomplished while here? she's still alive but she's no happier and I couldn't feel more helpless she says talking would do no good and that I haven't been a burden I'll choose none of the above The Boss - April 25, 2003 She arrives every morning with a scowl late after a long, lonely night She smiles seldom And complains constantly and makes a point of saying "It's not my job to be their friend" as if developing a friendship would be cause for quitting She cares naught for the emotional welfare of the children should they cry she leaves them alone or takes them outside on one of her "walks" laughter is also unacceptable except in very small doses She feigns deafness at one point but can hear someone whispering across the room everything is a hassle classes held during the day field trips guest speakers nothing excites her she's an unlikely teacher for compromise she's on the defensive Not allowing criticism from anyone the number of students coming up to her has dwindled When asked "Why aren't YOU the head teacher?" I sadly reflect on the irony "Because I don't have the qualifications" |