This piece was inspired by a young man who stayed strong through defamatory statement of others:
Title: Label
He looks like a drag
Queen or maybe he's a fag
That's what they say
Behind my back everyday
Body wise I am pretty lean
Which is why I wear skinny jeans
And my shirt fits so tight
Which in my eyes feels right
But they think of me as low
So they label me an Emo
But no cuts or blood could ever flow
From these wrists, the only flow that they don't know
About are the tears that stream from my eyes
Because my emotions take me by surprise
When I reminisce and realize
The pain that happens to the people around me, so listen
Take a moment to envision
A boy at the age of nine
Whose life was far from fine
Everyday he sits by his daddy's bed side
This emotional pain inside
His heart as his father is dieing from cancer
He asks why? But no one, not even God can answer
So when his father was put in casket made of wood
And buried six feet under, the boy made good
On a promise, that going forward good tidings
To all would be a rule he would be abiding
By as it would be his creed
To always help those in need
But they don't know that about my life
They don't even know the meaning of the word strife
Because I lived the definition and while they smoke pot
While partying on weekends, I'm busy cooking a pot
Of chicken soup for these poor souls
Who come to me and hold out their bowls
See these are the ones who come out of there holes
In the back alleys and slumps that society turns a blind eye too
But I opened my eyes to these few
That smell of piss and shit
Cause bathing to them is nothing, they rather take a hit
From a syringe but I want to show them I can make it better
As I pour this soup in their bowl in this busy shelter
To help the homeless but that's not my only bliss
Those who ridicule me miss
The fact that my name is known in every hospital room
Because beside every patients bed is a flower that blooms
That I gave to them to show my appreciation because they fight
What sickness tries to kill them like my father did with all his might
And I sit there by their bedside and I am reminded why I am here
The vow I made could never feel more real and clear
This is my glory
From serving soup to sitting beside a sick child and reading them a story
Even when I loose one of them to the reaper, I never feel deprived
But through the loss I pull myself together and arrive
To help them no matter what the cost
Because through them I am reminded of what I lost
Yet those who ridicule me, call me Emo
And they don't even know
Why my emotions run deep
Cause when I close my eyes I weep
Because in my dreams I see those I see suffering in my sleep
If you could feel the weight
Of my emotions for just a moment you would suffocate
Under the pressure and physiologically break, I am only human you see
So stop calling me
By derogatory words like drag
Queen, fag or emo because my life right now is good and stable
Without the need of your defamatory labels
Title: Label
He looks like a drag
Queen or maybe he's a fag
That's what they say
Behind my back everyday
Body wise I am pretty lean
Which is why I wear skinny jeans
And my shirt fits so tight
Which in my eyes feels right
But they think of me as low
So they label me an Emo
But no cuts or blood could ever flow
From these wrists, the only flow that they don't know
About are the tears that stream from my eyes
Because my emotions take me by surprise
When I reminisce and realize
The pain that happens to the people around me, so listen
Take a moment to envision
A boy at the age of nine
Whose life was far from fine
Everyday he sits by his daddy's bed side
This emotional pain inside
His heart as his father is dieing from cancer
He asks why? But no one, not even God can answer
So when his father was put in casket made of wood
And buried six feet under, the boy made good
On a promise, that going forward good tidings
To all would be a rule he would be abiding
By as it would be his creed
To always help those in need
But they don't know that about my life
They don't even know the meaning of the word strife
Because I lived the definition and while they smoke pot
While partying on weekends, I'm busy cooking a pot
Of chicken soup for these poor souls
Who come to me and hold out their bowls
See these are the ones who come out of there holes
In the back alleys and slumps that society turns a blind eye too
But I opened my eyes to these few
That smell of piss and shit
Cause bathing to them is nothing, they rather take a hit
From a syringe but I want to show them I can make it better
As I pour this soup in their bowl in this busy shelter
To help the homeless but that's not my only bliss
Those who ridicule me miss
The fact that my name is known in every hospital room
Because beside every patients bed is a flower that blooms
That I gave to them to show my appreciation because they fight
What sickness tries to kill them like my father did with all his might
And I sit there by their bedside and I am reminded why I am here
The vow I made could never feel more real and clear
This is my glory
From serving soup to sitting beside a sick child and reading them a story
Even when I loose one of them to the reaper, I never feel deprived
But through the loss I pull myself together and arrive
To help them no matter what the cost
Because through them I am reminded of what I lost
Yet those who ridicule me, call me Emo
And they don't even know
Why my emotions run deep
Cause when I close my eyes I weep
Because in my dreams I see those I see suffering in my sleep
If you could feel the weight
Of my emotions for just a moment you would suffocate
Under the pressure and physiologically break, I am only human you see
So stop calling me
By derogatory words like drag
Queen, fag or emo because my life right now is good and stable
Without the need of your defamatory labels
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kingdombleached:
Ah but thats why I have an afro for insulation but I get your point. Nce to finally meet a fellow Canadian.
kingdombleached:
Its good it did that but I wasn't aiming to make my readers cry, poems are passion and emotion and brings that out in people.