Blame It On Ginger
By John Kloberdanz

My mother always taught me
To think for myself
Try to find a voice that’s mine
And not be anyone else
My mother always asked me
To calm down and think straight
Draw a conclusion without illusion
Turn my cheek and not tempt fate

But I would have done better with less advice
Not everything has to be so precise

I Don’t
Blame it on Ginger
I never felt young and free
I couldn’t hear the things she said
It’s not her fault I couldn’t see

There were so many things I did not understand
And I could not control
“The things that I think are not what they think
The world is round but not whole”
I told her about my problems
And she laughed and rubbed my back
“We can go downstairs and just hang around
Or close the door and just relax

But by the time that I wanted to have some fun
She had moved on and the moment was done

I Don’t
Blame it on Ginger
I never felt young and free
I couldn’t hear the things she said
It’s not her fault I couldn’t see

I blame the English teacher who disbelieved
I blame the guidance counselor who preconceived
I blame the power grabbers who still duck and weave
But not you

Every year I walk past our school
The cheerleaders put on their show
Close my eyes and I think about
What I was too uptight to know

Only saw her red hair facing towards the sky
Memory may fade but it’s no wonder why

I Don’t
Blame it on Ginger
I never felt young and free
I couldn’t hear the things she said
It’s not her fault I couldn’t see