When
my genie appears
When
my genie appears
I
won't waste my wishes
on
little things
only
things that change all our worlds
when
you see the world
only
in black and white
you
will never see
the
light in the eyes of a loved one
or the
purple on a leaf
I
don't focus on the flowers
that
fill the air with fragrance
Or the
drawings on the wall
Of a
far distant place
No, I
don't focus on the sound
of the
radio host saying,
the
church is bad
or sex
out of wedlock is bad
or how
it's OK to come out,
or to
say that you are very sad
And
how you are filled with dread
and
are afraid to say it
because
they'll label you as mad
I will
not use them
on the
things, I can already change
only
on the things that bring joy and hope
Who are You?
no one
special
through
the lace curtain
I am
invisible to the world
I am A
mirror looking out.
apart,
safe from being judged.
from
the outside
movement
can be seen
sudden
movement
heads
turning
does
anyone really care
who we
are
what
we say
they
just nod
go on
their way.
before
I walk into a room
I
freeze
move
on past
pretend
to myself
I made
a mistake
the
fear wasn't real
I just
walk on around the block
shake
off the cobwebs of doubt
ask
why would - I - be noticed
no
need to plan
every
word in advance
or
anticipate the answer
Doesn't
make sense
life
is never that predictable
no one
is going to notice you
why
would they
Who
are You?
no one
special
The
Outsider
she
whispers secrets
with
her best friends
she
looks for comfort
where
she can find it
she
hopes
against
all
hope
against
all
logic
and
against all of
her
vast experience
that
maybe
just
once
the
loser
the
least one
they
expect
just might win.
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