It’s not okay
Cause nothing can repay
What he took from you on that day

Don’t take that loss
Get your point across, cause
Sometimes you have to be the boss

He did the wrong
Yes, the fight might take long
But I know you will win, you’re strong

The world can take
What great things you can make
But now everything is at stake

Leave the backseat
Because you are not weak
Take what is yours, it is unique

It’s not okay
Cause nothing can repay
What he took from you on that day

Some people think I like to eat tomatoes
They say I like all the fruits--that there is true
But to those red shiny fruits--I will always give "no's"

Just a few decades ago, it seemed odd
Everyone stuck with their meats, dairies, and wheats
But the times have changed, enemies abroad, everyone eating the food of their god

I would like to make it clear right now
I love those who eat these with their peas
I have dreamed of the round, vibrant skin--giving out a wow

I would never want to offend
Only to give my love to thereof
And I will promise to always give them a lend, to be their friend

To all those people like me
Who won't eat any veggie
Thank those today with a word of okay so their lives aren't so heavy

Both parties align on either side of the bridge
Now they inch to the center to meet face to face
If they fall, there's a tall, 200 foot ridge

Once they reach the middle, they gain back their haste
They're now yelling, not pleading--like a clown
Wanting what they want, "All else is a waste"

People on the edge yell, "shoot 'em down"
"This is 'Merica! We don't want em"
"Burn this bridge down and let them drown"

A couple screams--Ken and Karen
And one from the crowd steps on
Few will let him be condemned

He says he has a vision
"It's a new kind of bridge"
Holds knife there upon

Not looking, unhinged
Not looking, bows
Rights are infringed

It is now
going
down

I saw a young man die
And I tried not to cry
But that look in his eye
We couldn’t say goodbye

I saw a white woman scream
Of her BLM dream
With a black and white team
Now just running on steam

I saw a strong man kneel
Then they forced him to heel
Couldn’t feel his ideal
Oh now watch them reel

I used to do nothing
Neither huffing, nor puffing, or even discussing
But that there is wrong
It is doing such harm
For being neutral
Is giving the world very, very little

You can speak
It’s alright
You’re not weak
Have no fright

Be joyful
Be proud
Be loyal
Be unbowed

For this is your life
Make it amazing
Forget any strife
Trails-a-blazing

It’s alright to be quiet
I have certainly tried it
Just find a way to be heard
Fly around you free bird

I don’t like to speak, but love to write
If I could, I would do it all night
Cause I have found my voice by my choice
Now rejoice and make your loudest noise

For this is your life
Make it amazing
Forget any strife
Trails-a-blazing

And there should be no pressure
Sometimes your under-weather
Just follow this short advice
Go right now, take back your life

I hope this has helped
You and all yourself
This is my poem
Maybe write your own

How do you know her?
What has she done?
Do you infer,
There is something you have won?

Why do you speak that way?
What did she say?
Trying to be seen,
Do you think it is fun?

What is that look?
Like she is a book?
She’s just eighteen,
And you will have none

Just because you’re older
Maybe even bolder
Does not mean
You can call her your Eileen

Change with the times
Do not lag behind
Know that nothing is easy
Otherwise, you make people uneasy

Would I be friends with myself?
Would it help my mental health?
Would he see me over there?
And give me some of his care?
Or leave like most often else?

Would he like the way I act
When I’m with my friends intact?
Would he see straight right through me
Extremely very quickly?
I give no eye contact, fact

Would he see I try too hard?
When thing are good, I discard
Would he think then it is weak
That I’m never at my peak?
Or would he mend my great shard

Would he catch me if I hide?
Even if there was no guide?
Would he know the words to say
When I do not want to play?
Or just walk and keep his pride?

Would I be friends with myself?
Would it help his mental health?
Would I know the thing to do
If his mind was turning blue?

Would I help him if he’s down?
Would I change his life around?
Or would I leave him alone
If he wants to be at home?

Would I let him win the game?
Or let Ego get the fame?
Would I take a stand against?
Or would I sit on the fence?

Would I help if he buckles?
Help him with all his troubles?
Or would I let him fall down
Cause the ego on my crown?

Would I be my classic self
As if I am with no one else?
Or would I fake my whole life
As I have done my whole life?