by Tommy Hayfield

Created on: March 23, 2010

Al Roker, Summon Your Own Voice

How dare you;  the NERVE you say.

I got on tv  fairly;  it was and still is my big day.

You stepped on me- my oh my I'm a footstool,

a footprint marks the hurt.

Like a footprint under a tent, it's just a temporary cover.

So don't go to the trouble of acknowledging the hurt.

It's the core of you and your friends big chill.

Is the footprint on my back so you can see higher

or is it lower to support your weakness, your impotent desires.

Is the dent on my brain so you can misstate the logic of the pain.

Don't you see the pain moves around because you're actually in need-

you need my whole body to walk even one path.

Without my dented body you couldn't even try, the words wouldn't form-

not even the absurd and ready laugh.

Your voice comes from my abundance and my misery comes from your choices.

I dare you to summon your own voices.

From which one of your VICIOUS ATTACKS on me did you find your true voice?

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