Mixed Moss

Poison.
Willful poison.
Murderer.
You’ve killed your own—
and you’re not alone.
You’ve killed your dignity–and worse,
you’ve let others kill mine
and not said a word cause you don’t have a spine.
Well, I do.
So now I say to you:
Stand up
stand strong
be a man.
(a real man,
‘cause they’ll lie to you about what a man is, if they can.)
I can’t change you;
I can’t save you.
And if I could I wouldn’t- it wouldn’t be right.
This is your fight.
Don’t tell me how hard it is
don’t tell me I don’t know what it’s like
don’t tell me they’re your friends—
you’re just their pet clown
and they’ll keep you down
as long as the poison’s around
for their amusement.
Don’t tell me they’re girls and you wanna be polite
just do it, do what’s right.
Do it now—tonight.
Before the blight,
the poison creeps into my soul on account of your fight.
I know it sounds trite,
but dammit, be a light.

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