The F Word

Introducing some poetry since it’s the month of love (and tis my Roman Empire).

I’m just a curious word
As well-meaning as can be
I don’t jump up to pounce on you
Nor my aim your misery

Leave me alone, let me be
I’ll leave you just the same
I like my hair both short and long
I like the music in my name

I’m not biased against your sex
I wear diversity on my sleeve
O Man, Woman, Don’t want to say
May you my sobriquet heave

You’ll grow to love the ring to it
That shot arrows cannot mar
There really is unbridled joy
Beyond cookies in a jar

You’ll crave for that elusive day
When things are equal, right
Where violence in the guise of words
Shuns the venom in its bite

Unlikely places will surprise you
Simple gestures will astound
Some friends may knife you in the back
Some foes leave you spellbound

Indifference, oft your very own
Is the enemy at the gate
It even made old Atlas shrug
Tired of all the weight

Come find me waiting in the wings
Ruffling feathers here and there
Wooing my precious passersby
Cheer-leading my heart bare

Make your peace with what is
Fight for what can be
Play fair, play square, don’t pull your hair
Rome takes time you see