The Poet- #2- "Freaks, Geeks, Dorks, and Weirdos"
Chapter 2 of my serial book here on Substack- "The Poet: How I Became The White Bear"
A Sharpie Scribble Style drawing I did of a convertible VW bug, in 2019, right after I finished it. Working while homeless, a table in the back of a Carl’s Jr. restaurant was my “art studio” that day. #steveemigphotos
Freaks, Geeks, Dorks, and Weirdos
I am the Jester, the Joker
The one outside the pack
I am made up of...
All the things that I lack
I am the refuse, the rubbish
One of the many cast aside
I am the roaming lion
Driven out of the pride
I put the ooze in Loser
I put the ash in White Trash
I am the beggar that you laugh at
I am the weak one that you smash
I lived through years of terror
I became a creature of the streets
I roam among the vampires and zombies
I know the junkies, the thugs, and the cheats
You've spent years trying to squash me
I've been beaten black and blue
I've been threatened, scorned, accosted
You spread stories about me that aren't true
I am an artist, writer, creator
I do what you can't do
I catch thoughts and escort them
Into the three dimensional world
I see the dark things
Lurking in the night
Yet I burn like a flame
I create my own light
I am the artist, musician, builder
I craft and forge all that's new
I am the freaks, geeks, dorks, and weirdos
I am here on Earth to do
Your words no longer harm me
Your attacks prove that you're weak
I am a ranger of the wild side
Though I once was shy and meek
Your attacks have beaten and forged me
Like a samurai swordsman's blade
I am a warrior wordsmith
I leave my blood on every page
From the garbage heaps and ghettos
Visionaries crawl and fight
We are born in the children
Who survive terrors in the night
We ask better questions
We go deeper than others dare
We bring new ideas to life...
Lost in a blank stare
No army can stop great ideas
No navy can sink a song
We are the creators of great beauty
And you keep telling us we're wrong
In the times of great upheaval
When your mighty empires fail
We are the ones who rebuild
Only then you tell our tales
We are the freaks, geeks, dorks, and weirdos
We tell the stories, we make the art
The ones you mocked as children
The pain of yesteryear gave us our start
When you're sad, you listen to us
When you're depressed, our work lifts you up
We are the fountains of creation
When you thirst, you drink from our cup
I am the Jester and the Joker
I live outside the deck
I am the force of the Creator
I keep the world in check
I am the freak, geek, dork and weirdo
I'm the one you mock and scoff
And I've got a lot of work to do
So why don't you go fuck off!
-The White Bear
To read the next chapter of The Poet, follow this link below.
The Poet- #3- Magic happens when a pen meets paper
To go back to Chapter 1 of The Poet, follow this link below.
The Poet- #1- How I became The White Bear. What if?
