Rules, they put up barbwire
and I’m hell bent on getting cut,
lining up for absolutes is like
drinking Kool-Aid with Jim Jones.
Oh I look suburban enough,
two dimes in my pocket, conformed enough,
but I cut my teeth on bending normal.
I was the fat child jumping hoops until
I cried enough tears to stop giving a damn.
Kids either picked on me or didn’t pick me.
There’s a lot to see when you’re on the outside.
People have been tossing up “You’re weird” as far back
as when name calling got its first number 2 pencil.
I have too many voices in my head to worry about
those who suffer from lost imaginations.
When people are planted in their chairs,
I am the one dancing alone in the middle of the room.
Oh I know how to rein it in, calm it down, sit still,
listen,
but I also know how to bolt when the room gets too stiff
to step outside the lines…Life is too short to not break
crayons.
Comments
Tis true we see so much when on the outside looking in. Here's to colouring outside the lines!
Anna :o]
What a phrase!!!
This was one fiesty write
Much💖love