The freak of nature tossed her hair in the sunlight
And bent her neck at an impossible angle,
Tilting her already-crooked face in happiness.

"How can you be happy?" They said.
"Do you consider yourself whole?"
Implying "We don't."

She smiled
In her wide, glass eyes,
Like the eyes of ancient dinosaurs,
Like a throwback to the time of giant insects.

"I am more than whole" said the Lizard-Queen.

"Nature makes her mutations
In hopes of a good one, that will stick.
This is how we came to walk on our two legs.
We began to talk.
We gained the ability to love each other."

"Am I good or bad?" She asked.
Some shouted good, and raised their hands to her.
Others murmured bad, and stared at the ground,
For the ground, unlike her eyes, did not meet them
With such eerie consciousness.

"I'll tell you," said she,
"It matters not to me.
If I am good, then I am evolved.
If I am bad,
If these bones of mine have an unfortunate propensity to break,
If these eyes of mine grow weary and blind in old age,
Then I will be more than good or bad.
I will be a part of the experiment
And the process.
I am honored that Nature chose me to be
Her Freak."