Put me under bright lights with screams from the crowd.
I want the world to eat TV dinners and fish sticks,
while I show them what a silly dancer I can be.
At church picnics, family reunions and hot dog eating contests,
let me live next to the pickles. Broadcast my laugh to sell deodorant,
my love to sell Pledge.
I want everything to smell fresh and stay shiny,
so that my ugliness is more apparent.
I’m tired of hiding my blemishes to save face. I want to be famous.
No, scratch that.
I want to be noticed.
Please recognize me for me,
then bootleg your understanding and share it with friends. If my apologies are heard by millions,
will they mean more?
I hope so.
Posted via email from Jon Ray
