I take your penalty rightfully.
It deserves to be acknowledged that you penalize me.
All because I chose to be happy.

Give me five, ten, fifteen yards, because your penalty deals with message within my heart.

So, penalize me for being in love.
While understanding I'm not the only one.

Dear Mr Cameron, what are you trying to do,
you are getting rid of soldiers by score.
You are turning "Good Old Blighty"
into Europe's private Loo.
and on the side you want us all to go to war.

With the cut-backs,
will they get there.  
Do we know if they can swim
                         Perhaps ask your mate OBAMA                         
may let them ride with him.

It seems that you "Prime Minister"
forget who pays your wage
You want to spend those Billions
on a brand new railway line
                                          
You will save, what, 30 minutes
which is really not an age
But like many of your policy's
you'll very likely change your mind.  

I find a piece of paper
would help you without a doubt
If the things you write seem stupid
                           when you read                                  
and the figures don't look viable
                 you could always rub them out                  
This would then leave lots of money
for the things we really need.    

Didn't anybody tell you
when you did first get the     job                                                                  ­                                                       That "for" the British people
                                   you are meant to do some good.                                  
Not to make the poor get poorer
                and be forced to go and rob .              
Should we re-employ that man
called Robin Hood.      

Get a grip I say to you,
do yourself a favour.                                                          ­                                                        Perhaps staying in this country        
you may not lose out to Labour.          

You penalize the unemployed
who cannot get a job.                        
But for the rich
you keep the taxman from their door
and for your mate the banker you
will save him a few bob.                                                             ­     
How about some time and effort
aimed a little more at the poor.  

We all know what Obama
really does expect from you,      
but remember every now and then
it's good to tell him, No.                                                              ­                 You don't have to walk behind him
doing what he wants you to.    
It would be nice if you politely
could tell him where to go.      

Also!
Brussels cannot rule
this country any longer.                                                          ­                           Who do they think they are making
all these stupid rules.          
Whilst we weaken this UK
they get stronger every day,  
do they forget we won a war
and we are far from being fools.    

I do hope "Mr Cameron"                                                         ­           
you might think about today        
and contemplate upon the issues
that I and others raise.          
Then instead of pleasing Europe
and the good old USA,                          
you might keep that job of yours and
warrant a little praise.

Inspiration resists my morals’ Plea
And I penalize the madness spilling forth from pen in hand.
Revoking my passions to save a lover’s skin,
As I hold my heart under wings spread reluctantly.
Innocence was cast into Time’s sand,
Alas my passions win.

I want to be unapologetic
Yet, I continue to apologize
For every difference that they see
Increases the need to compromise

From what I wear to how I sleep
Or what is deemed a healthy size
From then on, I understood
That I lived only to be described

I apologize again for my differences
Next time, I will improve my disguise
For the sake of your own comfort
I will keep putting aside mine

I look up to their condescending stares
They will never be satisfied
I escape into my solitude
I am not something for you to define

I am tired of advocating for myself
Without the support of family ties
Finding more hate in my own growth
As though I live to be ostracized

My attempts to calm my abnormalities
In order to sooth those who penalize
To make room for all of their expectations
To create another profitable merchandise

They have taught me to pursue
A personality so idealized
While they heavily persuade me
To carve a body to sexualize

Only to be rewarded with a life
Where I am only patronized
Filled with the inequalities
That are completely normalized

I retreat into my inner world
The place where I fanaticize
Of a space where I can breathe
With the encouragement to try

I am not broken, just discouraged
Of those who antagonize
Minorities and their differences
Who then live demoralized

I don't want to be given a role
With a life script to memorize
Or submit myself to a narrative
That can easily be summarized

Do not confide me to a label
Just so you can stigmatized
Those labels are not my name
I deserved to be recognized

I do not wish to be put on a pedestal
As another icon to be advertised
I only wish for your understanding
Just enough to be humanized

Do you know what I not?
You penalize nonconformity.
I only ask, why?
Now I scribble for your displeasure,
to watch ignorance dance
upon the cold skin which you wear
and to wait patiently
for my verdict.

A friend is kind and easygoing.
One whose loyalty is always showing.

He’s generous and understanding
and genuinely withstanding.

He’s beside you through thick and thin
and will never try to pick holes in.
If you try to run, he’ll hem you in
...to safeguard & empathize.
And even at times
...when needed to penalize.

...are a few of the qualities that
a friend will specialize!