Anis Mojgani - Shake The Dust lyrics

This is for the fat girls This is for the little brothers This is for the schoolyard wimps and the childhood bullies that tormented them For the former prom queen and for the milk crate ball players For the nighttime cereal eaters And for the retired elderly Walmart store front door greeters Shake the dust This is for the benches and the people sitting upon them For the bus drivers who drive a million broken hymns For the men who have to hold down three jobs simply to hold up their children For the nighttime schoolers And for the midnight bikers who are trying to fly Shake the dust This is for the two year olds Who cannot be understood because they speak half English and half God Shake the dust For the boys with the beautiful sisters Shake the dust For the girls with the brothers who are going crazy For those gym cla** wallflowers and the twelve year olds afraid of taking public showers For the kid who is always late to cla** because he forgets the combination to his locker For the girl who loves somebody else Shake the dust This is for the hard men who want love but know that it won't come For the ones who are forgotten The ones the amendments do not stand up for For the ones who are told speak only when you are spoken to And then are never spoken to Speak every time you stand so you do not forget yourself Do not let one moment go by that doesn't remind you That your heart, it beats 900 times every single day And that there are enough gallons of blood to make everyone of you oceans Do not settle for letting these waves that settle And for the dust to collect in your veins This is for the celibate pedophile who keeps on struggling For the poetry teachers and for the people who go on vacation alone For the sweat that drips off of Mick Jaggers' singing lips And for the shaking skirt on Tina Turner's shaking hips For the heavens and for the hells through which Tina has lived This is for the tired and for the dreamers For those families that want to be like the Cleavers with perfectly made dinners And songs like Wally and the Beaver This is for the bigots, for the s**ists, and for the k**ers And for the big house pin sentenced cats becoming redeemers And for the springtime that somehow seems to show up right after every single winter This is for everyone of you Make sure that by the time the fisherman returns you are gone Because just like the days I burn at both ends And every time I write, every time I open my eyes I'm cutting out parts of myself simply to hand them over to you So shake the dust And take me with you when you do for none of this has ever been for me All that pushes and pulls And pushes and pulls And pushes and pulls It pushes for you So, grab this world by its clothespins And shake it out again and again And jump on top and take it for a spin And when you hop off shake it again For this is yours, this is yours Make my words worth it Make this not just some poem that I write Not just some poem like just another night that sits heavy above us all Walk into it, breathe it in, let it crash through the halls of your arms Like the millions of years of millions poets Coursing like blood, pumping and pushing Making you live, shaking the dust So when the world knocks at your front door Clutch the knob tightly and open on up And run forward and far into its widespread, greeting arms With your hands outstretched before you Fingertips trembling, though they may be