I AM the bathroom stall.

Not just any, but the ones from an elementary school

the place where the children run to

in the middle of a tornado attack

even though an attack like that

is MORE like a goofy man, 

with big shoes, 

who has some trouble with his dancing,

THAN like a monster;

He spins out of control and is unaware of the land below, 

but I will keep YOU safe, dear children.

But please do not take me for granted.

 

I am the stalls that everyone rushes to 

in the middle of a crowded concert.

Where the music booms, and the bodies

swing in weird contortions,

But,

Where without me, 

It’s like losing a beat;

the one that even the grooviest people cannot 

dance without.

For who wants to dance if they pee their pants?

They take me for granted.

 

 

I am the one that is historical, 

the inspiration that makes people write. 

I am the place where no one is judged

I am the random poem, picture, or derogatory remark that keeps us all a 

little less crazy

because no matter what, 

I UNDERSTAND. 

 

And I may just be the public bathroom stall,

But I promise:

not to falter,

fall,

nor forget.

Because even someone like me has a purpose,

Just try not to take me for granted.