What If
What if all I want to do is dance?
Dance for my whole life
Just run and jump through the streets
Arms waving
Fists pumping
Skipping on sidewalks
Leaping over fences
Rolling in flower gardens
What if all I want to do is fly?
Fly for my whole life
Just spread my wings and soar
Growing feathers
Reaching for the sky
Gliding through clouds
Wheeling through stars
Exploring space
What if all I want to do is dream?
Dream for my whole life
Just curl up and sleep
Close my eyes
Breathe more deeply
Living in a fantasy
Redefining reality
Never to return
What if that’s all I want to do?
To dance
To fly
To dream
Be happy
Be joyful
Be free
Would you let me?
Because I’m different
You will never know what you did to me
You will never apologize
You will never see the scars I bear
The rage and anger locked inside
As you and your friends laughed
Because I’m different
A different body type
A different religion
A different sexuality
I don’t wear the same cloths
I don’t play the same sports
I don’t listen to the same music
You mocked me for being different
Years have passed and you probably don’t’ remember
Don’t remember how you drove me to depression
It’s been years
Years of therapy and self-harm and medication
Years of pain and anguish
Years of hating who I am
All because you laughed at me
Because I’m different
What if all I want to do is dance?
Dance for my whole life
Just run and jump through the streets
Arms waving
Fists pumping
Skipping on sidewalks
Leaping over fences
Rolling in flower gardens
What if all I want to do is fly?
Fly for my whole life
Just spread my wings and soar
Growing feathers
Reaching for the sky
Gliding through clouds
Wheeling through stars
Exploring space
What if all I want to do is dream?
Dream for my whole life
Just curl up and sleep
Close my eyes
Breathe more deeply
Living in a fantasy
Redefining reality
Never to return
What if that’s all I want to do?
To dance
To fly
To dream
Be happy
Be joyful
Be free
Would you let me?
Because I’m different
You will never know what you did to me
You will never apologize
You will never see the scars I bear
The rage and anger locked inside
As you and your friends laughed
Because I’m different
A different body type
A different religion
A different sexuality
I don’t wear the same cloths
I don’t play the same sports
I don’t listen to the same music
You mocked me for being different
Years have passed and you probably don’t’ remember
Don’t remember how you drove me to depression
It’s been years
Years of therapy and self-harm and medication
Years of pain and anguish
Years of hating who I am
All because you laughed at me
Because I’m different
Cliché
Don’t you hate it when you feel misunderstood
But no one helps
Because it’s so cliché
Don’t you hate it when you’re insanely in love
But no one notices
Because it’s so cliché
Don’t you hate it when you feel so alone
But no one listens
Because it’s so cliché
Don’t you hate it when you feel forgotten
But no one pays attention
Because it’s so cliché
Don’t you hate it when you hate the world
But no one cares
Because it’s so cliché
A Feeding Bell by Ram Choi
From a flattened piece of assortments shines light,
Scorching man's eyes with His shame.
Had the two not cried dry tears from the fruit forbidden?
The shame! How despised is the shame!
His garden today is but an extinct fraud,
For distance died the moment the light shined.
Mothers struggle in trembling hope that
The young, someday - somehow, will
Surpass the laws of a horrid nature
By simply believing in, simply wishing for
What is but a fraudulent mockery!
Yet the light continues to shine, parasitically
Invading times of our blissful darkness.
The miniature darkness that remained, now plagued!
Oh! What a prison we have created with the forbidden!
To lighten at will; but to darken, never.
Thus begins the true cancer of the fruit,
Not the whispers of a merciful Creator,
For He could not bear this shame, but rather,
the sickening horrors of the shame itself.
The meadows turned into desolate wasteland,
The masses enslaved into desperate bones,
The innocent ruined with cancerous winds,
The body count of infants dead reaching thousands every hour.
The masses living under two dollars a day numbering half mankind.
The boys forced into shooting their beloved mothers and sisters.
The lies! The deceptions! The rapes! The murders! The crimes!
The tortures! Yet the red river grows only faster!
The apathy! Oh, the apathy!
How infinitely appealing is the apathy!
For those of us to whom the light itself exposed!
How overly joyful is the thought of being a blindfully wretched mule!
Mindless yet free! Free from a light that haunts-
Only the men!
Only the shame!
Yet... yet, blindness is a mere act for a mule like I.
At least I have learned to play my part well.
The shame, I learned, would not feed me otherwise.
Hark! There's the bell! There's the bell! There's the bell!
Don’t you hate it when you feel misunderstood
But no one helps
Because it’s so cliché
Don’t you hate it when you’re insanely in love
But no one notices
Because it’s so cliché
Don’t you hate it when you feel so alone
But no one listens
Because it’s so cliché
Don’t you hate it when you feel forgotten
But no one pays attention
Because it’s so cliché
Don’t you hate it when you hate the world
But no one cares
Because it’s so cliché
A Feeding Bell by Ram Choi
From a flattened piece of assortments shines light,
Scorching man's eyes with His shame.
Had the two not cried dry tears from the fruit forbidden?
The shame! How despised is the shame!
His garden today is but an extinct fraud,
For distance died the moment the light shined.
Mothers struggle in trembling hope that
The young, someday - somehow, will
Surpass the laws of a horrid nature
By simply believing in, simply wishing for
What is but a fraudulent mockery!
Yet the light continues to shine, parasitically
Invading times of our blissful darkness.
The miniature darkness that remained, now plagued!
Oh! What a prison we have created with the forbidden!
To lighten at will; but to darken, never.
Thus begins the true cancer of the fruit,
Not the whispers of a merciful Creator,
For He could not bear this shame, but rather,
the sickening horrors of the shame itself.
The meadows turned into desolate wasteland,
The masses enslaved into desperate bones,
The innocent ruined with cancerous winds,
The body count of infants dead reaching thousands every hour.
The masses living under two dollars a day numbering half mankind.
The boys forced into shooting their beloved mothers and sisters.
The lies! The deceptions! The rapes! The murders! The crimes!
The tortures! Yet the red river grows only faster!
The apathy! Oh, the apathy!
How infinitely appealing is the apathy!
For those of us to whom the light itself exposed!
How overly joyful is the thought of being a blindfully wretched mule!
Mindless yet free! Free from a light that haunts-
Only the men!
Only the shame!
Yet... yet, blindness is a mere act for a mule like I.
At least I have learned to play my part well.
The shame, I learned, would not feed me otherwise.
Hark! There's the bell! There's the bell! There's the bell!
