2015 poem, once again.

 

 

 

Difference is good;

It’s taught like a chant around the world.

Different is perfect;

It’s a song and a chain that keeps you here beneath eyes.

You think of happiness and romance

when they speak of a movie,

I think of horror and mystery.

You think of finding true love when you get older,

I think of finding peace.

Different is the way of life.

Not an option, just a way of being.

Different is good;

A chant that brings us to life.

And you think of moonlight kisses

when you think of that person who makes you smile;

I think of sleeping and dreams and

kitten whiskers and mittens

when I think of what makes mey life worthwhile.

They describe red as the color your cheeks turn when you’re embarrassed,

When you’re shy,

When you’re nervous;

I am reminded of blood and discourage,

And writing on paper to describe my worry.

They tell me I’m pretty and kind,

I could tell anyone the same;

Different is good, I quote again –

But when we’re all different,

We’re all still just the same.