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When Will You Touch Me Again
by Micheal Teal

I LOVE YOU I HATE YOU THE PATTERN IS SET
THE BLANKETS ARE BLOODY AND THE SHEETS ARE ALL WET
I CRY IN MY SLEEP AND PRAY FOR THE END
AND WHEN WILL YOU TOUCH ME AGAIN

I`M BEATEN I`M BLOODY I`VE BECOME WHO I AM
THE DEVIL IS IN ME AND GODS HIS RIGHT HAND
HOW CAN I RUN IF I CAN`T EVEN STAND
AND WHEN WILL YOU TOUCH ME AGAIN

PLEASE HOLD ME PLEASE LOVE ME I WISH I WAS DEAD
MY BODY IS FRIGHTENED OF WHAT IT`S BEEN FED
PLEASE HURT ME ONCE MORE THEN CUT OFF MY HEAD

AND WHEN WILL YOU TOUCH ME AGAIN
AND WHEN WILL YOU TOUCH ME AGAIN

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The Way It Is
by Micheal Teal

A poem about prejudice dedicated to all those brave enough
to follow their own path in the face of opposition.

ONCE WHILE OUT A WALKING IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD
I SPIED A LITTLE GIRL MADE OF BALSA WOOD.

THE WIND HAD SWEPT HER AWAY AN UNSUSPECTING LOAD
THEN LEFT HER LYING FACE DOWN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD

THERE WERE HOLES IN HER CHEEKS
WHERE THE TEARS HAD BROKEN THROUGH
AND HER HANDS REACHED OUT FOR MERCY AS IF SHE ALWAYS KNEW

THAT THIS IS A WORLD WHERE IT DOESN`T MATTER
IF YOUR GOOD CAUSE YOU`LL ALWAYS
GO TO HELL WHEN YOUR MADE OF BALSA WOOD

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