Writing Prompt

WE ARE COWBOYS

THEY DUMB US DOWN TO BULLRIDERS AND VIOLENCE

STUBBORNLY OLD-FASHIONED, FOCUSED ON A SELF-IMPOSED SURVIVAL.

I DON'T WANT TO RUN OUT OF REASON AND BE THE BURDEN OF PEOPLE'S MISCONCEPTIONS

SYNONYMOUS WITH THIS ROMANTICIZED, RUGGED

MASCULINE IDEAL OF TEXAS

TO DRAW AN AMERICANA CROWD

AND UNFLATTERING PORTRAYALS

FADED INTO TOURIST TRAP PRIDE.

TO BE MISUNDERSTOOD IS THE SAME AS DYING...

We waited for you

Only ten minutes late

We smelled that you had to much to drink!

The alcohol made us gag

Told him, go home and sleep it off!

Your two sheets to the wind

OK, he said, but first, let me have a smoke

Pulls out a cigar with a lighter

Before you know it

His beard started smokin

Being drunk as a skunk,

he did not realize

He lit up his beard

instead of the cigar!!!

We didn’t know ...

You spit in their faces, then wonder why they are so angry.

You call them deceitful, then feign surprise when they lie.

Have you forgotten that you screamed they were dangerous? Do you not believe your own accusations?

Even docile candles can burn if provoked,

But you have neglected to consider your own portrayal of fire.

Would it be wrong to defend their actions? Or would it be worse to igno...

Your actions lead to consequences.

How could I forget?

The cold clutches of mother nature, a hard and unforgiving fate.

Yes, she’s dead.

Do you believe me? Do you believe me? Do you believe me? Do you believe me? Do you believe me? Do you believe me? Do you believe me? Do you believe me? Do you believe me? Do you believe me? Do you believe me? Do you believe me? Do you believe me? Do you belie...

Doing nothing wrong with my business when this bit at his face angry because the spit made his face dirty if felt stupid awful bullied pull down what you did not deserve you lashed out on to punch them.

That was horrible. It was nauseous. It had tiny acidic to it but it was the impression of the thought....

They spit in his face, then wonder why he is so angry.

They force him to change, then shame him for being different.

They belittle him, and wonder why he lives in solitude.

They ask him to do something, then get mad at the outcome.

It seems that no matter what he does, the reaction will always be the opposite.

He will never please, nor satisfy them all.

So he might as well just stick to himself a...

They spit in his face, then wonder why he is so angry.

They talk behind his back, then wonder why he is lonely.

They reject his love, then wonder why he’s cold-hearted.

They throw slurs at him, then wonder why he has now departed.

They push him to suicide, then wonder what really made him die.

They whisper in the stands, while his family continues to cry....

In todays day and age almost everything has become subjective. From entertainment, to what’s acceptable by society, to how one should carry himself. This used to be pretty cut and dry. A man was expected to be either mechanically useful, highly educated, or a combination of the two. Expected to work with his hands and be able to lead provide and protect. Now the same is expected without any level ...

They spit in his face, and wonder why he’s angry

Starve him to death, and wonder why he’s hungry

Beat him alive, and ask him why he’s bruised

Never show him love, and ask him who he’ll choose

They burn his skin, and laugh at his scars

Hurt him in the sun, so he likes the stars

Killed his spirit, and ask him to be alive

Wonders endlessly, so is this a life

Forced him to scream, so he never...

Westward lives a boy, blistered and blue as the sea. He sailed through the heights of life with a storm's cloud overhead--oh so turbulent were the waters--but he had the hope of a prophet and the patience of a saint to guide him through shipwreck when the hull was battered by calamity.

With his funny, fickle features, he ventured toward a belly of treasure that they'd called good fortune, cranin...