I was born handicapped but my pediatrician insisted that I was to be raised normal No-one had to tell me that there was something wrong I ALWAYS knew it I had a speech problem, My gait was off My Mom had to fight to get me in public school I was bright so the teachers "put up with me" I NEVER wanted pity; I just wanted to fit in have a few friends and fade into the furniture I remember telling my Dad who insisted that I was Normal "If I'm normal; the other kids are more normal He just stared at me Kids are mean I survived
12/24/2020
I too was a misfit of sorts in my childhood days. As the saying goes, "What don't kill you makes you stronger." Your poem is a worthy reminder of this, fellow survivor.