Where Are my Misfits? — Poem №22
A Therapeutic Poetry Series
Where are my Misfits
Who’d rather be called “miss quits”
Than pretend that they’re normal
Whose “oddness” is formal
It’s worn with great pride
It no longer hides
The people who notice can take it or leave
I no longer believe
That being weird makes me wrong
That I do not belong
I may not be for you
But I know that my crew
They all love me to death
I am silly, with depth
I am nerdy
I am flirty
Peculiar, obsessed
I feel lucky and blessed
Finally I found a place
Where being a weirdo is not a disgrace
It’s a good thing for us
Me and those that I trust
As a child I once feared
That they’d know I was weird
But today
Have to say
It’s my best form of play
To let my freak flag fly high
As much as possible until I die
I’m grateful
Not hateful
For those who didn’t see me
Who wouldn’t let me be me
Not comfortably at least
For I’ve conquered a beast
From the lessons of pain
My words are not in vain
For the gift of disdain
Showed me that who I felt
Like I was, wasn’t dealt
To the right group of friends
I would not recommend
Bending backwards in fear
For those that couldn’t hear
My silent screams of hurt
You deserve more than dirt
There are friends you will meet
You’ll feel it when they greet
You with wide open arms
And fall prey to your charms
There’ll be mutual respect
You won’t have to neglect
Yourself to please their needs
A love so deep it feeds
Into unlocking the parts
Mutually, both your hearts
Synchrony and coherence
Your whole being feels a clearance
You will know
Their joy grows
When you show
That you’re strange
You’ll be right in the range
Of humans they love most
So my friends, here’s a toast
To those weird, strange, and odd
May you proudly proclaim yourself
For you are god
Please note that the use of the word “god” is not meant religiously here. A psychotherapy method I’m interested in empowers each individual to acknowledge and honor their inner-soverign, also known as the “gods” they have within. If we don’t honor that, nobody else can. All respect and love must begin from within.
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