You weren't afraid to know me —by Míchealín Daugherty You weren't afraid to know me Even now the cats come out When they see my name What did it cost you to hold Your own, listen with closed ears? I hope you gained more than lost, I hope the claws left few scratches few loves lost, as you crawled in unflamed fires. Seems that you gave me credit Even though you knew It wouldn't have mattered I would still have been there Don't you know? But no one can tell you what To think, what to know What to love Such strength in man I'm proud to know. And now I can watch As they hate me Pay their pounds for photos And false stories Spew their venom. And you don't tell me anymore What they vomit forth It doesn't matter Because you are still there A beautiful man You taste like poetry in a cup. Copyright © 2004 Ireland's OWN. Page last updated 25 Sep 2006 Ireland's OWN Logo & Background by Míchealín Daugherty Copyright © 2006 Ireland's OWN. All Rights Reserved.