Sho, who is strong,
is really but a tiny
thing....
always the outcast,
always thought,
to be...
somehow, wrong.
but ever,
with a smile
and a song.
no matter, what
sticks or stones,
are flung his way.
no matter, what
unkind, unthinking
words they say.
Sho Enuff, would smile,
and sing a showtune. sometimes that's
why people would,
call him a loon.
but,
Sho, knew,
something we did not.
his heart was pure
it was in theirs,
the insecurity, the rot.
Sho, was strong,
within himself,
knew he was made
from god's wealth,
of love and compassion
so took no heed,
of others and their,
trashing.
Sho Enuff was tiny
Sho Enuff was small
but Sho Enuff
was the best....
of them all.
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 7:13 PM UTC
Sho, who is strong,
is really but a tiny
thing....
always the outcast,
always thought,
to be...
somehow, wrong.
but ever,
with a smile
and a song.
no matter, what
sticks or stones,
are flung his way.
no matter, what
unkind, unthinking
words they say.
Sho Enuff, would smile,
and sing a showtune. sometimes that's
why people would,
call him a loon.
but,
Sho, knew,
something we did not.
his heart was pure
it was in theirs,
the insecurity, the rot.
Sho, was strong,
within himself,
knew he was made
from god's wealth,
of love and compassion
so took no heed,
of others and their,
trashing.
Sho Enuff was tiny
Sho Enuff was small
but Sho Enuff
was the best....
of them all.
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