APE-MAN: I refuse to walk with hands dangling like an Ape Palms keeping time with my feet as I walk down the street No my fingers will strum at my side and keep beat as I glide Through life’s cycles of things I cannot escape. My hands will not swing with the history of mankind Nor knuckle under the idea that I evolved from the sea For I know I am unique; my future is not oblique Nor subject to pass thoughts left behind. I will clap my hands and try to understand But I won’t swing my arms like a pendulum Throughout life my guitar will I strum But I refuse to play like I’m dumb. For I do not think it odd to say I came from God While others say their shape is from an Ape Their destiny is the ground where there’s no crown But I will lift my hands and walk along the esplanade. Yes, my hands will not dangling down like an Ape. Poetic Expressions 7: The Voice