Turn The Tide - Poem by Andy Brookes
What's in a word? where is its power?
what can you find there to hurt or to sour?
where will the journey take it, once from the mouth it's flown.
Maybe to despairs depths or heaven's golden throne.
a word alone can't hurt you, not like sticks and stones
but oh my it can diminish, kill you to the bone.
a word can make you special, bring you up or put you down,
a word has all the power or not, said with kindness or a frown.
you tried to cut me with your razor whip, one word was all it took,
but then I found a way to trip you, dismiss it with a look.
so instead of hurting me, or making me feel bad,
I took the word upon my self, with everything I had.
for once you take a word, no matter what the curse,
if you let it take a hold of you, you only make it worse.
so take the word and use it with all your might and pride
don't let the word upset you, no get upon it, take a ride.
so what if they despise you, say that you're no good,
a word that's taken like a stripe, will drive you to the mud.
stand upright, take the burden, put it to good use
and take on its ownership, so then it can't abuse.
so if the word is faggot or maybe simply queer,
it cannot really hurt you, if you show it holds no fear.
I take my badge of honour and from it do not flee,
I know it's strange but owning it has really set me free.
I do not care if a stranger says, i'm faggot or a queer,
I hold my head up proudly, for me the word, it has no fear.
I call myself a queer boy take the sting out of their darts
for I now own the word, it's etched upon my heart.
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