Poetry For Everyday People
A Sunny Day In The Darkness Of Young Torment
The world opened
and I became whole
the big man on campus
the all American Egyptian boy
the soccer master
slick kid cool
I walked the halls
instead of sat
against them
things were looking
up
not so much an outsider
anymore
this place is alright
no more fighting
ass ooooo
for making fun of
my name
where I was born
or my hair
my nose
my lips
fighting gets old repeated
a man needs new reasons
new directions
better execution of the mind
but all that was behind me
now
I was accepted
I was in
part of the lick the
click the bic the sick
the pick the tick
the hottest girl in school
asked me out
she wanted to come watch me
play soccer
(she played too)
then go to pizza hut
maybe a movie
this was the girl everybody
in every school talked about
and she said I was a great player
I walked around high school
that day
with my buddies
all of us smiling
all of us part of something
much bigger than us
magic had touched us
and we were all infected
it was a big come back day
for me
and for
all of us
gypsy
underdogs
in all those
corners.
and I became whole
the big man on campus
the all American Egyptian boy
the soccer master
slick kid cool
I walked the halls
instead of sat
against them
things were looking
up
not so much an outsider
anymore
this place is alright
no more fighting
ass ooooo
for making fun of
my name
where I was born
or my hair
my nose
my lips
fighting gets old repeated
a man needs new reasons
new directions
better execution of the mind
but all that was behind me
now
I was accepted
I was in
part of the lick the
click the bic the sick
the pick the tick
the hottest girl in school
asked me out
she wanted to come watch me
play soccer
(she played too)
then go to pizza hut
maybe a movie
this was the girl everybody
in every school talked about
and she said I was a great player
I walked around high school
that day
with my buddies
all of us smiling
all of us part of something
much bigger than us
magic had touched us
and we were all infected
it was a big come back day
for me
and for
all of us
gypsy
underdogs
in all those
corners.
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A Sunny Day In The Darkness Of Young Torment
A Sunny Day In The Darkness Of Young Torment
