"Accolades For Valor" by Matthew Johnson (1993): "She goes through life, gliding, a benevolent seer/ Stopping constantly to aid those in need, those not even dear/ I, an individual, swept up in the storm/ Of a woman, who, in search of herself, defies the norm/ As I, an outcast, fighting myself, yet daring to believe/ That if I ask her aid and succor (and possibly love) she won’t leave/ Giving her heart, mind and soul to every known cause/ Causing me to look about my selfish malestrom, and in introspection give pause/ For all her words, she won’t write about me, does she fail to perceive/ What the object knows to be true and what make believe—/ Words rarely present, presence much more of one/ Is to wish for more as good as wishing for the sun?/ Energy is precious, as I know well to be true/ And I am curious to know, Lorraine, what I can ask of you/ Names are important, they make us who we are/ Much more important than people give credit, by far/ The masses may cry “Lori!” and let them do so!/ For the numbers who call that cannot understand/ They will never know the Lorraine inside, the one crying to live/ Will be forever frustrated by those whose minds are like a sieve/ There may be those who rob her of her world, let them scratch the skin/ They are as pinpricks to the steel within/ These accolades are not exaggeration, not pretentious/ I Just want you to know that there is at least one who is conscious/ That the world is a better place for the life of a woman named Lorraine."

Wednesday, April 06, 1994

My Ego












Lonely girl;
new town;
strange people
bringing her down;

Trying to keep
her spirits high,
she searches to find
a new life.

Then, he's there
at her feet.
The same questions,
he repeats.

Alhough agreeing
would not be right,
his asking makes her
smile so bright.

Through thick and thin,
up and down,
five years later,
he's still around.

A friendship bond
that's one-of-a-kind;
fun and special
hard to find.

After all this time,
he still touches deep.
He's always boosted
her self-esteem.

You are my ego.
Who knows what I'd be
without you.
I cannot see.

You are my ego,
but also my friend;
close to my heart
until the end.

You are my ego.
I owe you my confidence.
It's you I'm indebted to
for pride and self-acceptance.

April 6, 1994

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