Broken People by Richard Lamoureux

I wish to be with the broken people
the get in your face challenge me people
The sometimes hidden
sitting in a dark corner kinda people
The don’t you love me
I wish you seen me sorta people
People just being real people
not having to have it all together people
Them doing their best to figure it out people
dancing and singing without the smooth moves people

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I don’t care about the color of their skin
or what others think of as their sin
They don’t need to be perfect to win
seeing and listening is where I’ll begin
Beyond appearance of fat or thin
I only know what I know
I’ve never been where they’ve been.

We’ll start
with our broken smiles
It’s the best we’ve got
It might seem like so little
still I think it’s a lot
Through life’s struggles we’ve all fought
lessons needed learning
experienced not taught
real is real it couldn’t be bought

So forget the fake people
the all about perfect hair and clothes people
The I live in the right neighborhood and drive the right car people
It’s all about me, top of the hill people
They only hang out with the supremely cool people
those too important to talk to me people
thinking they’re the best of the best kinda people
when all along they are merely Sheeple
ba ba baaing, thinking they are strong instead of feeble

I love characters
people who are unique
I look under exteriors to gain a peek
strength of lions disguised in meek
unconcearned with fab or being chic
Worth listening to if allowed to speak
the stories they tell will make your eyes leak

For in the end
we are all broken
stumbling and choking
Disguising hurt with our joking
victims of others and their poking
So look close maybe you’ll see
eyes that aren’t blank
hearts that aren’t empty
Who we think of as complicated
in the end might not be
They might push when others come close
yet they are affectionate times three
Each just a bit afraid and broken
all the while wishing 
and wanting to be
A part of something
If only we choose to see
those on the fringes
are a part of the we
All we have to do
is let them be!

Dedicated to our homeless population.
They teach us the unvarnished truth about ourselves.

Copyright © 2016 Richard Lamoureux

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4 Comments

  1. ‘Just Like a Woman’ … we are all that woman and we break just like a little girl tis true. I love this – I’ve printed it because I am quite old and I find it easier to refer back and back to paper (totally ad odds with my belief that we need to protect this planet of ours) and I will read it more than once, that’s a given because I really love what you have written 🙂

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    • Lol! Thanks you ma, I still love my handwritten documents more. Easier to find in a way to me. Am an old soul, my folks say. I think you are a young soul in a time bounded capsule…smiling…I did not write it. I seldom write these days. Loads of things to do. I actually sneak to be on this blog( whispering). It is a constant reminder for me of what is most important.

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