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Good Guys

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It is always about the choices that we make.

But their weak backs –

No, they can never break.

No one wants to hear that he was violent,

Life goes on swimmingly,

And bruised lips are kept silent.

If I hear one more lighthearted excuse,

I will scream like a burning siren:

“But I refused.”

The pain comes up as the anger grows deeper.

I heard them say it once,

“She wasn’t a keeper.”

How dare you say these cursed words aloud?

My life is a gallows hill,

And it is gathering a crowd.

Even good guys burn witches, it’s true,

Because their weak backs,

They are steppingstones for fools.

But it is always the choices that we make.

Why ask for permission

If you can just take?

-JW

On My Own Accord

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Take back the gifts and your filthy excuses,

Don’t count me in when you’re counting on your muses.

They say men like you never face the music,

But I wonder if you’ve learned just how short my fuse is.

Take back the epithets and idioms you used,

Whisper my name in your nightmares as you look for clues.

My knees aren’t broken, they’re lightly bruised,

And I’m guessing you thought I’d be a softer fool.

Take back the lustful stares and the touches,

I’ll never think about you when my blood rushes.

Well, that’s a lie, I spew fire and it catches,

I could fill a stadium with the sound of your shushes.

Take back your threats and sharpened words.

If you want to fight me, don’t do it with swords.

My tongue can take out men leading your overlords,

So, I’m guessing that you know by now –

I’m taking it all back on my own accord.

-JW

“Hard To Work With”

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Always threatened to meet my maker if I disobey –

If my smile isn’t wide enough, I have to pay.

If my sleeves are too short, I become the prey.

The world must be someone else’s oyster because to me

It’s another circle in a groundhog day.

Always scared to be left scarred or for the dead –

If I ever talk back, they might crush my head.

If I have some pride, they call me featherbed.

But they can’t stop, I need to be taught a lesson

No matter how much I’ve already bled.

Always scrutinized for not being cautious all the way –

If you get annoyed by my attitude, I don’t get a say.

If you think I’m pretty, I must keep your affection at bay.

And I pray, and I pray, and I pray that there comes a time

Where my experience is not underplayed

So I don’t have to put “hard to work with” on my resume.

-JW