New poem: Freaks, Geeks, Dorks, and Weirdos

 Freaks, Geeks, Dorks, and Weirdos

I am the Jester, the Joker, the one outside the pack

I am made up of... all the things that I lack

I am the refuse, the rubbish, one of the many cast aside

I am the roaming lion, driven out of the pride

I put the ooze in Loser, I put the ash in White Trash

I am the beggar that you laugh at, I am the weak one that you smash

I lived through years of terror, I became a creature of the streets

I roam among the vampires and zombies, I know the junkies, the thugs, and the cheats

You've spent years trying to squash me, I've been beaten black and blue

I've been threatened, scorned, accosted, you spread stories about me that aren't true

I am an artist, writer, creator, I do what you can't do

I catch thoughts and escort them, into the three dimensional world

I see the dark things lurking in the night

Yet I burn like a flame, I create my own light

I am the artist, musician, builder, I craft and forge all that's new

I am the freaks, geeks, dorks, and weirdos, I am here on Earth to do

Your words no longer harm me, your attacks prove that you're weak

I am a ranger of the wild side, though I once was shy and meek

Your attacks have beaten and forged me, like a samurai swordsman's blade

I am a warrior wordsmith, I leave my blood on every page

From the garbage heaps and ghettos, visionaries crawl and fight

We are born in the children, who survive terrors in the night

We ask better questions, we go deeper than others dare

We bring new ideas to life... lost in a blank stare

No army can stop great ideas, no navy can sink a song

We are the creators of great beauty, and you keep telling us we're wrong

In the times of great upheaval, when your might empires fail

We are the ones who rebuild, only then you tell our tales

We are the freaks, geeks, dorks, and weirdos, we tell the stories, we make the art

The ones you mocked as children, the pain of yesteryear gave us our start

When you're sad, you listen to us, when you're depressed, our work lifts you up

We are the fountains of creation, when you thirst, you drink from our cup

I am the Jester and the Joker, I live outside the deck

I am the force of the Creator, I keep the world in check

I am the freak, geek, dork and weirdo, I'm the one you mock and scoff

And I've got a lot of work to do, so why don't you go fuck off!

-The White Bear

(Steve Emig- The White Bear- February 2023)