Coward

I looked at my friend. A one time lover. What happened to him? Was this same person I was looking at? He used to be so good looking. Now, all I could see was pus-filled sores. The bloodshot eyes. A ravished diseased body. He was a walking gargoyle. God! He is looking at me. Does he recognize me? Quick! Put your hand to your face. Quick! You fool, before he says hello, Turn away, turn away...he is looking at you. Walk away. I'm safe. Far from him. THANK GOD! What would people think? I have to maintain my image. TIME- QUIET-ALONE. Thinking to myself. I am a Christian. I read the bible. I am liberal minded. I want to help ALL people. No matter what race, color, or disease. What happened to me? You forgot everything you believed in. COWARD! A friend needed you. Needed someone to say, HI! Needed to someone to talk to. Needed someone to care if he existed. WORDS! Listen to them, to what they say. Hear them, eat them, digest them. NIGGER! SPIC! POLACK! FAG! SHITBUM! They are what you are. You think you know yourself, and then, God throws you a curveball. Watch out...quick...DUCK! The ball is heading for you. "Hey, did you hear the one about the Polack and the Fag?" BALL TIME! "Why you walking away? What's the matter? You a FAG LOVER?" CURVEBALL! I listened. COWARD!I wrote this about prejudice. The first half the poem really happeded to me. I felt so bad about I had to write about. I think sometimes we think we know ourselves and then something happens and we find we really don't ourselves. Let me know what you think. Written December 12th, 2001 © on Dec 12 2001 01:39 AM PST   0 • 9