Be strong, swanhead
Be strong, swanhead.
Appropriate the greatness of your youth
and twiddle the lens until your trouble is out of focus.
Do not sit in a fogged-out room
Rolling your legs and arms in anguish.
Do not so soon seize the blossoms of your youth
until their ripe flavor is everywhere you cannot taste it,
nor should you plant them with too fearless a thumb
they become like kudzu and take over your world.
Do not be like the Donkey
who pulls carts all day with a tarnished face.
Do not be like the Dog
who comes when he is called by the human race.
Do not be like the Wasp
who stings in a frenzy with no regrets.
Be human kind
You are not pests
You are not pets.
Do not seek for yourself a bad reputation
Among the denizens of the iron-grey underworld
Nor seek for yourself a good reputation
Among those who wish to do you harm.
For just the other day
I had a vision of my friend drizzling his teeth
and charging at me with lumps of muscled heartache.
And if you destroy people
Black or Asian or White or Jew
Or anything else under the sun
Remember, they have friends too.
Even I who have few friends
Can seek solace in a wise word
Or in a wise person.
And though for now you can afford to be absurd
Do not believe everything you have heard.
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