Call Me
Call me crazy
crazy Kev
I am a different
kind of weird
loyal to no fault
mountains are my home
and to teach is to learn
I’ve watched fear, pain, and thought
cross peoples faces
I’ve been called a
Russian and German
a serrated knife
a kind hearted person
who puts his heart
behind everything
don’t question my resolve
if I say I’ll be there I will be
call me a radical
a boundary pusher
a voice against the norm
a port in the storm
a leader
a listener
a person
human
both perfect and imperfect
both good and evil
tough and gentle
above all else
call me human
and everything that applies
don't hold me to a double standard
or I will hold you to the same
we empower those who anger us
and anger those who we
don't give power to
I don't ask for power
but I do ask for the benefit of the doubt
I will always help
do my best to not cause people pain
I will work when others stop
I will not quit
call me old fashioned
there is no such thing as a lost cause
a loser
a broken person
a broken heart
an outcast
the thing that does exist
is the arrogance to believe that
we are better than them
them backwards is meth
and that thought process is worse
than that
treat me like a human
and you will have a friend
call me Kevin
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