"Normal" Doesn't Exist

A bright, happy family seated

around a checkered kitchen table.

Dad sits reading his newspaper

and sipping sugar-tinted coffee.

Kids, a set of brother and sister,

play around and tease each other.

Mom serves the three, before

sitting down and helping herself,

flowery apron dotted with

spots of food.

Blond and bright-eyed and perfect,

they’re the normal family.

Yet, I sit in front of the crappy TV,

wishing I was one of them,

as I watch their recorded lives

play out.

 

After the devastating destruction

the Second World War left

the globe in,

Franklin D. Roosevelt said that

it was time for a return

to “normalcy.”

In my mind,

the scene of that all-too perfect family

plays over and over again.

Dad is gone, has been since

before my birth.

Kids, a set of brother and sister,

never see each other and

rarely talk.

Mom lays on the worn-out couch,

wasting away day after day.

Both her and the poor couch

have seen better days.

Me? I keep wishing

for something different.

 

Try as we might,

we can never achieve that life.

Too much sin and vice

crawl the streets of our cities and homes.

There is too much poverty

to wish for such a rich fantasy.

The definition of “normal” by society

doesn’t exist.

At least, not for me.

I have a life that

I am, unfortunately, used to.

“Normal” doesn’t exist.

If it did,

the only thing I would

have to worry about

would be whether or not

my crush liked me or

if my dresses fit.

“Normal”? Really?

I’m just me.

Author's Note

Not meant to be something for political analysis, just so you know. Simply an observation of how some people believe that there is such a thing as "normalcy."
My readers, no one is normal. We writers have already proved that. ;)

Reviews

[.......]

Try as we might,
we can never achieve that life.
Too much sin and vice
crawl the streets of our cities and homes.
There is too much poverty

I loved these lines, such a powerful write here. This is amazing! I think more
people ought to read this write.