Muscle Poems

You linger on a joke

You like when people look

When they’re walking past,

You follow the crowd,

You hope to make them hooked.

 

Your people skills are wanting

Your looks are fishy

You once were goth,

Now you’re a hippie.

 

Though, it’s not all for entertainment

It is something sincere

Your self-expression maintains it

You see past your own veneer.

 

Hold up your head! Lead up the crowd.

You’re awkward and foolish,

You’re walking them down.

Past the pain of movement,

To the spark of waking up

You make no apologies

If you listen to Pop.

 

Be the truth inside your awkwardness

Be the truth of who you are

You keep trying

You keep dying

To the false part of who we are

 

Judgment has no say

What is wrong with us today?

If you’re living from the inside

You’ll still feel hope with sorrow’s sway.

 

The beating drum of the New Person

Walks us years ahead

Painfully and joyously

Truth is what is read.