Contorting to Conform,
not for me
Never be a sheep.
Good advice to teenage me,
heeded with black paint,
ball gowns, brace worn ironically,
NHS frames, thicker skin.
Judged as a misfit
then, but garnering respect
from those on the sidelines
not ready to misfit yet
they watch the slaps, fights, duckings.
I come through brighter
express myself in spare words,
picked with poet's care.
On the way, more scars incurred.
I'm healed whole by rhyme within.
Ok I know the last line is one syllable too long. But I tried changing and cutting. Nothing worked.
Good advice to teenage me,
heeded with black paint,
ball gowns, brace worn ironically,
NHS frames, thicker skin.
Judged as a misfit
then, but garnering respect
from those on the sidelines
not ready to misfit yet
they watch the slaps, fights, duckings.
I come through brighter
express myself in spare words,
picked with poet's care.
On the way, more scars incurred.
I'm healed whole by rhyme within.
Ok I know the last line is one syllable too long. But I tried changing and cutting. Nothing worked.
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