Pedestal Prisons
Chipping away at mandated mediocrity
Please don’t put me on a pedestal
to keep me safe and sound
‘cause it’s lonely, cold, and boring.
I can’t even move around.
I’m not made of clay or concrete,
your sculpted statue clone.
I’m a living, breathing person
with ideas of my own.
Do you hear me talking to you?
Am I too far off the ground?
This darn pedestal’s a prison.
It’s as if my feet were bound.
I’ve a brain that works, a heart that beats…
created just for me.
I’ve got dreams to dream…a life to live.
Can’t anybody see?
My potential is enormous.
I’ve got talents that astound.
Let me be REAL and you won’t recognize
this person you just found.
I want my soul and yours to touch,
to speak, to dance, to play…
to introduce my life to yours,
but the pedestal’s in the way.
Hurry. Get a sledgehammer.
Time is passing much too fast.
Come on. You can do it.
Give this pedestal a blast!
Don’t worry that I’ll fall. I’m strong.
Just take that tool and pound
’til your mortared myths about me
have all tumbled to the ground.
Then stand beside me.
Look into my eyes,
my precious friend.
You’ll see
how much I love you
for loving me enough
to finally
set me free!
