In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they're still beautiful -- Alice Walker
>> 10 December 2009
WEIRD
From his birth they knew something was off,
the doctor said so with an irritating cough.
He was slower than other kids his age,
he could so easily work himself into a rage.
His mother told him she loved him every day,
trying to keep others' harsh comments at bay.
When he grew up kids would make fun of him,
saying 'you're weird' and pushing him at the gym.
He talked slowly and walked in a funny way,
hence becoming everyone's easy prey.
They sent him away to live in a special place,
where he was allowed to move at his own pace.
There were other kids who thought he was funny,
making the new place suddenly seem sunny.
'Am I weird?' he asked his teacher after a while,
'Weird and wonderfully beautiful.' she said with a smile.
Thanks to
for prompting this poem on the theme of Weird.
4 comments:
I truly love this :) Weird and wonderful indeed!
Mimi,
This message is so sweet...weird and wonderful! Aren't we all...in some way.
Mimi:
Ha...I enjoyed this poem. Thanks for sharing this...and I can relate to this in my own little way.
@Dee: Thank you. It is a completely different kind of direction my poems normally take. I liked the challenge.
@Lance: We are indeed all someone else's weirdo. I kind of like weirdness. It's interesting. It means individuality. It means creativity.
@Tim: I think we can all relate to this in our own little ways. If we acknowledged our own weirdness more, we'd be less critical about other people's.
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