Floetry Friday Spring '09

Wondering why you come from there to here
From here to there.
Why take that van ride?
Thoughts in my head while laying in my cot 3 inches too short for me.

Why spend your best years in places with men that should be feared?
Caused tears. Nothing sincere.
Yet you're here.
Why aren't you scared?
Why take that van ride?
Thoughts in my head while laying in my cot 3 inches too short for me.

Why come where I can't trust all smiles by my peers?
The stares, glares, jeers, A-1's, murderers, burglars
Doing years.
Even my fam and best friends don't come here.
Why take that van ride?
Why come here from there?
Thoughts in my head while laying in a cot maybe 3 inches too short for me.

Why be where the blue coats indict you for no crime
And untrusting eyes suspect naivete in your thighs,
Objectified for your whispering eye
By conniving eyes of all kinds.
Why come here from there
And there from here?
Thoughts in my head while laying in my cot about three inches too short for me.

Why? Por que?
Why be where insincere thoughts invalidate your brains
for your perceived potential to give them.
Insincere smiles,
Grins and smirks in your faces
By those in quasi-safe spaces.
Why take that van ride?
Thoughts in my head while laying in my cot probably three inches too short for me.

Why be where hypocritical critics
Crack a smile in your face and
"Cracker" you behind it.
Why be where you're manipulated to contribute to my dehumanization by
NO HANDSHAKING.
Why fight to bridge gaps where planted engineers,
Ingenuine peers, and silent termites backbite.
Despite--
Despite--

Despite that three hour van ride from here to there and there to here.
Thoughts in my head as I lay in a cot that I think is three inches too short for me.

Why be where most don't care for fear of judgmental stares by fearful peers?
Why?
Why be where they do all they can to deter you from here by
BEWARE, BEWARE, BEWARE.
Never substantiated, but BEWARE-ILLUSIONS.
Probably internal vices and closeted BEWARES
of the days when they were your years.
Thoughts in my head while laying in my cot that is two or three inches too short for me.

Why do you come from there to here.
From here to there.
Where whispering campaigns reign,
Distrust plagues, and
Criminality reinforced
By subliminal blames.
Why?

Thoughts in my head while laying in my cot three damn inches too short for me.
Why come here?
Why take that van ride?
Why...

Answered in three simple words...

... Because you care.

TO:
Loyal Lucy, Hungry Hensleigh, Sassy Sara, Stupendous Shari, Dynamic Dorien, All-Star Alea, Energetic Eva, Yappy Yael, Ubulant Joanna, Laughing Lauren, Lively Liz, Stellar Stephanie. My BTG fam Spring '09 and beyond...

Thanks for "coming here" :)