Bridge The Gap

another day, one at a time
till finially
they said I was ready.
the money came and went
and finally
i saved it unspent.

just after seven
laid back in sterile
punk rocker's heaven.
she said stay calm
there, all done.
i sat up
my vision spun.

i stumbled to the mirror.
ah yes, it was finially here!
it didn't hurt
even though you might
think it did.

brigding the gap
between the soul's windows
but yet
distancing myself
from many.

those who are drawn to it
are the wrong crowd
the adults say
well guess what.
im an adult too
and you gave me my way.

it's just a litte piece of metal
it doesn't do you no harm.
and yet the judging stares
the children point
and mothers gasp.

but either way
i am proud of my
little bridge piercing
pink hair
black bangs
and torn tights.

appearence doesn't make a person
something or not.
the only ones who seem
unfraid
are the little kids
innocent
curoius.
forgiving...

step back. rewind.
i think from them
a lesson needs be taught
to mankind.

xoxo
Ellie