I was born different
I believe in science
Yet is it defiance?
Some call it angst
I say it’s strength
You can be different
Your parents can have opinions
Yes you’ve lived in their dominion
But you can do what you want
Don’t let them give you a haunt
I can have a distinct thought
Because I am not their bot
Religion, career, goals
Afterlife, love, friends, souls
I am strong in the way I speak
I am proud that I am unique
No one can put words in my mouth
For example, North, West, East, South
I can make this a short poem
I can make the rhyme scheme open
I can make stanzas parallel
Or make this syllable swell
Or this poem could be longer
Making my words even stronger
This poem has no distinct sound
But isn’t that what makes it pound
Five, five, four, four, four, four
Maybe this stanza will have even more
Is it wrong to take from myself?
Stealing straight from my bookshelf
“Got to think, got to focus”
“Or my life will go unnoticed”
I think it is mostly alright
It’s fine if I take what I write
So what is this poem’s message?
It seems pulled out of a wreckage
Words mismatched, lines have been detached
The focus scratched, but the theme patched?
Here it is
Was no quiz
It can be hard
Life can be scarred
Yes, you were born rare
Show it if you dare
Discussions and recitations can be found on my YouTube channel Vindex's Vids