Life is a tapestry
All white and empty when you start out in life.
What you fill such with
They are experiences  
That shall cut the patterns down
Paint dripping red from a painting knife
Like Harry Potter's wand
Magic pools out of your soul
In those colorful moments
Deemed "awkward " or "strange"
Such moves that are moments to be cherished
Can be re titled "gens"
In the title in life's roster pole.