masonry
i don't get shoved in lockers
i don't dodge left hook punches
i won't flee into my own hearse
i'm not tripping over lunges
but i feel it in their eyes, oh lord
i can feel it in their stare
they feel as though they can't afford
letting Others in their lair.
every glance in my direction
betrays their cliche thoughts
as if they can't see the perfection
of what my heart has wrought.
i took my chisel, firm in hand
carved Self from what was Stranger
and sadly now I comprehend
great art's ever in danger.
though their words are cracks and fissures,
I am stead' with stone and mortar
they'll find my heart it never withers,
and my soul it shall not falter.
So avail my fort with battering rams!
Climb walls with makeshift ladders!
If they're the ones that say I'm damned,
at least I'm made of such that matters.