Weird

I found suddenly I don't have a physics test I had been studying for. Weird.
This allowed me to post, about other strange things...

i grew up in the kingdom of suburbia

a land of

 white houses

 2 parents

 2.2 children

 leafs of flat construction paper that minivan moms tried to declare a lawn

within

 a home with black and white bricks

 1 single mother, two snowy white girls

a lawn that was more like the hair of a punk rocker after a show

 after a few drinks

after some time with the groupies

 and a wooden cow sprinkled on top

the world of cookie-cutter people found the cookie-cutter term for my not cookie-cutterness

                weird.

not weird girl

weird blonde

   weird smile

      weird nerd

        weird dancer

           weird dresser

              weird mess-er

just

                WEIRD.

it was as if they had summed up my entire being into five letters and one syllable.

and of course, this story will continue as all of those in this genre do

i was bullied

my soul flung to the floor

and they would stomp and stomp

until they heard

                the satisfying crunch

echo through the crevices of their sneakers

they?

                they who were the friction that eroded my skin

                                made the alleyway to my heart so simple

                                                so easy to enter and defile with graffiti

                                                                used bottles

                they were never normal

they were never the average snot nosed girl in some designer sweat suit

                never the average brown eyed child in two braids

                                never the boy with the buzz lightyear backpack

they were the girl with stepsiblings when divorce was a radio-active tumor

                they were the girl whose friends came and went like the rain

                                they were the black boy in the white shirt in the white school in the white country

 they were WEIRD

as if by tearing off my confidence they could use it to patch up theirs

now you’re about to hear a true story

and i’m warning you, it’s a tad weird

in the middle of 8^th grade social studies

he performed his daily chant:

                                you are not normal.

and i said the right answer:

                                define normal.

he looked down at his charcoal hands

and starting repeating those words

three times at least

then he glanced up at me

and looked for the first time

after that he stopped

 the taunting

                and the teasing

                                the vicious crowd pleasing

                                                crap

and everytime anyone dared to say a word to me

he remembered that

you cant define normal

so you can label weird

and this world is unclear

and he told them to stay clear

because this girl knows things we don’t

that’s when i discovered i was going to be a poet

i was going to put words in the order they were meant to be

and even though they were said they would be things you could see

things that liberated

things that set you free

and be

WEIRD.