The WEIRDOS - Malika B.

The WEIRDOS - 

Malika B.

I’m sticking by the weirdos

The poets, the freaks

The gurus, the Sikhs,

The geeks who shriek: “we have to start a revolution on these streets” – 

God bless you.

I’m sticking by all the weirdos

The hungry, the poor

The lonely, the insecure,

It floors me that I ever walked passed you. 

Thank you for making me stop.

I’m sticking by all the weirdos

The ones that laugh a little too hard

But who look you right in the heart

And embark on a conversation – not to beat me – but heal me

The women and men who talk about their feelings - all of you free me.

See, I now have the palpable urgency –  

To be with you weirdos

The mediums and psychics and dreamers

The Taoists and Buddhas and believers

All who trust in the world of the unseen – 

I feel you. And I see it too.

So, to the mourners, who can’t explain their pain

To the bullied, who feel the daily fangs

Of suffering. I am sticking by you.

You have the secret of what it means to be great. 

That to know the importance of Love, 

You have to intimately know Hate.

So, for the record, let me state:

I’m sticking by my fellow weirdos

Thank you for speaking, even when your voice shakes

Thank you for the sit-ins when there’s nothing left to say

Thank you for your kindness in the face of anger hurled

Thank you for being weird enough – queer enough and sincere enough – 

To change our normal little world. 

Malika Bouhdili

WAITING FOR GURU - Malika's Website