I'm not like the rest.
When you ask why I can't get by
with what the others do it's because
they are them and you are you.
But I am me.
Maybe to you that doesn't make sense.
But they are straight and I am bent.
And being bent isn't all that bad.
I think I'd die if I were straight -
going only one way
without a curve, without a
pocket to swerve.
To me this doesn't seem natural.
Being twisted has its kinks.
But it's far more interesting
than one would think.
Sometimes I get tangled up in knots.
But those spots where I get tied
give me wings where I can fly.