The store mannequin
Was rejected,
Her stats didn't comply
For a window show
To show its wares
To a town of passersby.

Her Do wasn't quite couture,
Her ******* were just such,
The arms that loped
Across her chest
Looked a little butch.
Her belly with its ripples,
Was all a bit too much;
Her ***** profile it was thought
Was maybe just a touch...
Her hips which had male appeal,
Were thought a tad too light.
Her legs rose up like lamp posts,
Her feet a a smidgeon tight.
Hanging, covering all her faults,
A dress not draping right.

The window dresser
Stamped UNSUITABLE
Across her harlequin face,
And packed her with
RETURN TO SENDER
In the original crate.

Born half a frog
Born half an eagle  
It's finder was so creative
In naming him frog-eagle
He soared up and down the mighty sky
Loudly Ribbiting at the same time

The Wind rushed through
his feathery head
As he Landed in the pond
to go to bed
And people came from far and wide
With laughs and wonder all supplied
While the frog-eagle
continued on With his life
soon he found a fish-bat wife

They moved into a pond and had a strange thing of a baby
a frog-eagle-bat-fish who they christened Katie  
Who didn't give a hoot about the laughs that she got
For looking a tad like an apricot
She even made it
onto the front cover
Of a nature magazine
all thanks to her mother

And soon she had a medley of children of her own
While the frog-eagle laughed as they talked on the phone
'Tell me' he asked to his only offspring
'Have you ever had much trouble fitting in?'
She laughed and replied
'Of course I have dad
But I'm different, I'm unique and boy am I glad!'
The frog-eagle smiled and put down the receiver
As he stared into the eyes of grandson
The frog-eagle-fish-bat-cat-dog-sabourtoothed ******

Black butterfly,
You fly the same,
Gracefully with wings that flutter with
Such beauty,
Misunderstood,
As a dark creature with no purpose,
But with wings and metamorphosis,
What is it still?
A butterfly,
It may be dark , lost, shut out,
But its beauty is still there.
Absorbing the rainbows of others in its own wings,
Fly away pretty butterfly,
To another place where you will be judged.

You stand so tall, so prim, so proper.
Your every move is calculated, controlled, strained.
But your facade is transparent.
In some moments it is clear who and what you are.
In other moments it is like you become something else.
But not something so very different from yourself.
Perhaps you try to blend in with the trees,
    thinking they will hide you,
But you fail to realize that the trees betray your true nature.
Trees stand so tall, so prim, so proper.
Their every move is calculated, controlled, strained.
But really that's not the case.
They bend, they sway, they tangle and collide with each other.
They're wild and untamed,
   not in the way you'd think,
But it is plain in their design.
So, go ahead. Blend with the trees. You're not fooling anyone.

I have scars and bruises
in places where you'd have to
know me better to notice them.

                      On the corners of my heart,
                             in the ridges of my body,
                                   fuelled by my dark thoughts,
                                          engulfed deep into my soul,
                                    
                            
                                          they are all here.

They are very different,
as you might see,
because all of them are really
close to who i am;
every atoms of me,
and
                            every time I love too deeply,
                             or care too much,
                              too clingy, you know,
                               they re-bruise
                               and re-open.
                                  
Some people just know why
i always have so much armours in me
and dress up in colours
                        to bandage them up,
                                                
            ­                                                       and it terrifies me
                                           no matter how much i told them,
                                                                           they are just
                                                         passing   by.