Out To Have Won

 

I am out to have won.

Yes, I'm out to be one,

not just under and done,

but out under the sun.


Damage done that's not right

will be seen in the light,

will be heard by the might

of my voice in the night.


In this night dark and dank

will rise the ships that sank,

will expose ghosts of the past,

will expose matters at last.


They're matters of validity

in spite of being deemed absurdity,

but what's really absurd is ignoring a plea

to ignore when someone is screaming, “Help me.”


When help is not convenient to

a certain size and type of shoe,

it's simply injustice to pick and choose

while many suffering walk on without shoes

including myself,

and though scarred and bruised,

I will not succumb

to this fate. I refuse.

I will get it out,

not be under and done,

not at least without the notion

that my story is won.



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