becuz i am
in a way
i am the homeless man who shit his pants
and sits on the sidewalk-drunk
i am the woman who abandons her kids
to shoot speed and fuck some asshole for more
i am the child who steals from his parents
to score
i am the obese woman walking down the street
dying to get home and eat her cookies and watch sally jesse...
i am the man who works all the time
to avoid going home and play house
i am the young shaven woman who dances nude with a feather boa
enticing married men
i am the woman who sleeps with a man after meeting
in a bar, just to forget herself and not be alone
i am the man who uses a woman he meets in a bar
pressuring intercourse when he knows she doesn't want it
i am the man who uses a condom at first
then sneakily removes it right before he comes
i am the woman who does lines with random men
then goes to her boyfriend and pretends to be straight
i am the woman who chooses drugs over a relationship
i am the man who chooses lust over love
i am the child who cries as her mother drives away
i am the child who is left off at the church down the street
while his mom must go and chase her new lover
i am the husband left home with the kids
his head in his hands hiding the tears masking the fears
i am the little girl looking for strength
in the eyes of strangers
i am the teen ager with a secret pregnancy
who sticks knitting needles up her trying to kill the baby
i am the mother who calls her children saying goodbye
attempting suicide
i am the counselor who listens to the stories
the memories of pain
i am the boy who shoots his parents to end the beatings
i am the father who hits his son after too many shots of whiskey
and too many broken dreams
i am the dream that died
i am the love that left
i am the hope that was buried
i am the living dead
i am the born again accepting jesus
embracing life
i am the buddhist monk living in the silence of tibet
i am the catholic missionary visiting haiti and holding babies with
aids in her arms
i am the orphan daughter of a prostitute in germany
i am the child being set on fire by her mother
in an airport in brazil
i am the overdosed runaway lying limp on a sidewalk
i am the beat up woman hiding in a dark room
i am the fifteen year old girl gangraped in a basement
i am the tattoo artist seducing an insecure girl with meth
and magic
i am the easter bunny, tooth fairy and santa claus
on a tight budget
i am the lonely old man walking to the tavern for some booze
and company, leaving the grime on the counters
the food on the table
the cat on the bed
the light on
i am the fuel that feeds the fire
i am the dancer circling the flames
i am the trickster swallowing the sword
i am the freak in the circus parade
i am the lover
the leaver
the left
behind
i am the welcome mat
and the kind woman at the door
inviting you in
to sit and chat
will you come in
and have another cup of tea
another lynchburg lemonade
another beer
another cigarrete
another song
another light
another story
another life...
