Who are you to call you lame?
Who are you to hurt?
Who are you to kick the pain,
Making it feel worse?
Who told you you’re authorized
To yourself call names?
And since when did you rely
On the weight of shame?
Do yourself a verdant favor,
Do yourself look out.
Open wide the curtain. Savor.
Have a look about.
Understand the comedy
That plays daily out.
See it as a dramedy
Or a walkabout.