Pobrecito

When I was little
Mama used to say not to step on the glass
if you break a vase the shards will cut your little feet
Pobrecito.
It's not your fault that your skin is not meant to be touched with the sharp
the hard, the cold
It's not your fault, Pobrecito
that the big bad world graffitties innocence
You should know, Pobrecito
that the world used to take white as its favorite color
pure
like a lily at a funeral
pure
like angel's wings
pure
as ashes
Then the world met sunrise
and realized
that blue eyes
are not a sin
that spectrums
are not a vindictive scheme
to make the world seem
rebellious
 against the white sheet
that it's been continually hidden under
Pobrecito, love is meant to be logical or at least
that's what the world teaches
that's what the preacher preaches
that's what we hear through storybook ears
that a prince should marry a princess
that a kiss begins with a new dress
that our life should be planned and obsessed
over constantly
till we blindingly
trip over our own feet trying to lose the Cinderella shoe
But what you should believe is different, Pobrecito
for we are our own
there's no reason to pay postage on boxed love
no reason to deny yourself what you've dreamed of
no reason to give your own heart a shove and say
"you don't know what you're talking about"
Because if you would live by L-O-V-E
then maybe you would S-E-E
I'm not trying to make you OD
I just want to you trust M-E. Me.
Pobrecito, the glass might cut your feet
but if you're too afraid to step you'll never make it across
you'll let yourself get lost
you'll let fear be your boss
love forever albatross
and then no other paths will cross
and you will remain
the same
with Mama to blame
for the same old saying
Mama used to say not to step on the glass
if you break a vase the shards will cut your little feet
Pobrecito.
too afraid to step.
I'll be waiting on the other side
with a cardboard sign
Yes, love is real
No, you're not exempt
Yes, it knows no bounds
Didn't you read Corinthians?
Listen to your heart
Listen to its beats
as they cancel out your fear
come here
Pobrecito
I'm here***