Wear your Weird.
Pin it firmly and with fortitude
upon the chest that guards
your buried heart.
A bandage of honor
heals proudly the wounds from
being vulnerable,
a blue ribbon for winning
first place
in the race
to become yourself.

Wear your Weird.
Wear it brightly and boldly
but not lightly,
for it is you.
Let it shine;
illuminate the corners of you
swept away
and forgotten
in the cobwebs,
understanding that,
though less than desirable at times,
these dusty shadows of you
contribute
to the whole
such as a thorn
contributes
to the bush.

Wear your weird
undeniably, palpably,
sitting forefront
in the display
that is
You,
not for sale,
not for bargains
and trades,
but for gathering
and
contributing yourself
to the whole that is human.

Wear your weird
like a bow tie on a suit of armor,
tarnished from Time,
battered from battle,
but never wavering in duties
of keeping you intact.
Wear your weird
like a bird on flighted wings,
like a flower crowns herself Queen
in petals of crimson
and bruises -
ruler of one,
herself.
Wear it as the sky dons the stars,
all but one
coming out at night to play.

Wear your weird
everyday
like you’re engaged
to life,
set to venture the years
together,
your weird and you,
the same.