Don't Cut Me Down

Sell me a piece of compassion

brother

when I walk down Paradise Road

towards Gipsy

wearing my freedom rings

don't cut me down

when I hold his hand ...

 

Let me borrow your Sunday suit

brother

when you  breathe empathy

and you let me swallow

my strawberry soda,

don't cut me down

when I sit in church

worship with you...

We were made in the same image

brother...

 

Hand me a cup of diversity

brother

when we drink together

the same water

the same liquor

the same kiss...

don't cut me down

for my crooked kind of bliss

yours wears Venus

mine is this : another man

 

brother-man

don't cut me down,

try to understand

this:

held with compromise in a kiss

this simple wish

my crooked bliss...

Reviews

[Amy Black]

I LOVE the use of the word "brother"
this poem is gutsy, more a command than a request
I can almost hear the tone of voice you would use to say this

[Penny Ellen]

Ooh, I love the solemnity and intensity of this piece! I hope that for every time you're cut down, there are people waiting to pull you back up again.

Penny