freedom

I refuse to change my style
and Hell no, I won't cut my hair.
If you can't accept me the way I am
then don't expect me to be there
when Life finally grabs you by the balls.

You chose to play the game,
nobody forced you to wear that mask.
The wall between us was constructed by you,
therefore, tearing it down must be your task,
stone by stone, just the way you built it.

Your concept of compromising
is for me to live the way that you say.
I don't have much to brag on in life.
It's mostly lived day by day'
but lived it is with an honest freedom

that too few ever know

a poem by Donald Wilfong