A day in the city, a day in the sun,
we were sharing our love and having some fun,
Shopping and eating, hand in hand on the mall,
Stood in the shadow, of the Vietnam wall,
Fifty thousand names, They fought and they died,
We stood by their monument, and I cried and cried.
She held my hand tightly and kissed my teary cheek,
My heart was uplifted, though my spirt was weak,
I heard a loud voice, evil words I wont say,
an angry man yelling, calling us gay ,
we turned and we looked, felt small and exposed,
Sensing our fear, he moved in and he posed,
Other people were watching, gleer in their eyes,
He insulted two girls and savored his prize,
speechlessly I stared, I had no idea what to do,
and Sarah was crying, what a pitiful two.
the first time I felt, the hatred and fear,
people who hate and the biggot they cheer.


It is bad, it has no meter, and it sucks
and if you don't like it fuck you, I don't care
right now.

(chazzy, please delete this in a day). kb.

Haiku is real fun
I like counting syllables
because it is cool.

this poem sucks dirt
I couldn't write a good one
if I tried right now

So this silly thread
can dissappear forever
and I shant miss it.