Deviant

something you can all relate to. rhythm poem.

I rode the bus to hear a hush.  They stare at me.  What do they see?  Am I a monster?  Locked and tied?  The different one?  To run and hide?  The mean girl there, she looks at me.  I wonder why she doesn't see.  I know I'm different, scarcely new.  I've grown a bonding without you.

 

I want to write the words I feel.  The words I dealt, I locked, and sealed.  The ones I crossed and wrote again.  I ripped them up and prayed Amen.  But then I felt them come to life.  I took the pieces, got a knife.  I wrote it down with blood, you see.  'Cause I should love the girl I'll be.  The one I am, though I am strange.  You've changed my name, I'm still the same.

 

They call me deviant.  Call me brave.  To pull away, I'm not your slave.  You see, you took me, broke me down.  But now I'm here to make a sound.  You can't control my life or friends.  You can't decide to where or when.  I'm here to take my life right back.  You've only brought me death and plaque.

 

 So listen here, I know I'm weird.  But at least I am not feared.  The people change, they'll change their ways.  I know they will, each'n' everyday.  You may have changed my looks and name, but deep down now I'm still the same.