Ode to Odd
“You’re good enough,
you’re smart enough,
and, gosh darn it, people like you!”
that starting each day
in front of a mirror
delivering a positive affirmation
of your worth to the world,
And may, in fact,
have the opposite effect.
BECAUSE, LET’S FACE IT, YOU’RE ODD!
You’re not like the other children.
You were absent from school
the day the other boys and girls
learned to be properly socialized;
because of an asthma attack,
or the dog ate your orthopedic inserts,
or to catch up on events in Pine Valley.
You were raised in a beer joint
where the Coca Cola was so cold
it exploded in your mouth
sending a lava stream of foamy bubbles
up and out your nose
as all the assembled drunks
including your dad.
You took your First Communion,
in a blue dress
because your mother,
(a Christian Scientist
before the conversion)
didn’t realize the significance
of the white dress and veil.
No one ever offered you
a leg up,
a pat on the back,
the benefit of any doubt,
comfort from night terrors,
help with your homework,
an ounce of encouragement.
You applied your own bandages,
read the classics,
grew your hair long,
learned to order take-out,
to lie convincingly without talking,
to keep your head down.
You know the comfort of headphones
and the sting of icy stares.
Your fish has left the water,
You’re chimera with a nose ring
and a pronounced limp.
You answer to, “hey, you”.
They think you’re irregular, unconventional,
an anomaly wrapped in
a deviation from the norm.
So prove them right,
Embrace the exceptional, extraordinary you.
An original outshines a copy every time.
Pull those pants on over your pajamas,
put some fresh Hello Kitty tape
on that break in your glasses,
turn the mirror to the wall and shout,
“I AM WHAT I AM!”
You’re plenty good enough.