It is the big reason my friend, the prophet, 

Is without honor in her own home town.

Not a voice crying out in the wilderness,

But a voice, her voice, crying out in the gymnasium,

Just as the rest of the din had died down,

A special cheer for her older brother

Who had just scored a layup,

A cheer the other older brother had told her to say,

"Go Dildo, Go!"

Popular culture often portrays

Some poor soul with a devil on one shoulder 

And an angel on the other.

But in real life the voice of temptation and deceit

Usually comes from a trusted priest or teacher,

A parent, an older sibling, or a younger one.

But maybe what we'd rather instill in our young

Is something they instinctively know.

Never say what someone tells you to say,

Or think what someone tells you to think.

But go with your gut and let your soul continue its mantra 

In the natural born defiant philosophy called, 

"Don't tell me what to do!"

Then maybe some of us CAN go home again.

-jenn