Out of the darkness crawled
a monster once feared.
He was casted out, shunned,
and painted as a freak.
The monster never understood
why people hated him.
Before they got a chance
to get to know him, they threw
him away. The monster didn’t
know where to go and,
clearly, he could not stay.
He just wanted to play
with peers his age, but
others avoided him like
the plague. One dreadful
night, the monster was
taken out of sight, far
away from any light.
Many years have passed
without much movement
from the monster until
one day, he heard people
talking outside of his cave.
With the strength he gave,
out of the darkness crawled
a monster now reborn.
The monster visited those
who threw him out
and demanded an apology.
With shock and remorse,
of course, they said sorry
before taking off in a hurry.
The monster took over
the village, not before
a great pillage. He became
the thing they called him:
a monster. He did not feel
bad due to the days he
was sad. The monster
once thrown away found
a new place to play.
Tag: unique
Because
Because of my past, I see
a world unique to me.
Because of my experience,
I have seen life from
the other side of the fence.
Because of the times I hurt,
I learned to be aware: alert.
Because of the times of joy,
I rebuild people, places,
and hope once destroyed.
Because of the past pain,
I learned to train my brain,
and welcome pouring rain.
Because of the steep slope,
I found new ways to cope.
Because of the challenge,
I have found my balance.
Because of people like you,
I know to push on through.
Crazy
What is crazy? Who is crazy?
Most people will say different
things. I’m crazy; you’re crazy.
It’s just a word – a crazy word.
We live in a crazy world.
How could we not be crazy?
Maybe those who think others
are crazy are crazy themselves.
Don’t call people crazy because,
maybe, you might make
them believe it. They might be
lost inside a place we can’t see.
I find it crazy that we live in
a world where being crazy is
crazy. It’s crazy. Have I drove
you crazy yet? I bet you were
crazy before you read that.
I’m joking. I must be crazy
to think that. Crazy enough,
we’re not crazy. We’re just
navigating a real daydream.
Stereo-Type
Genre-Bender, a true game changer
With touches of spice and pinches of seasoning,
Developed in a person hiding in danger
To create a new genre with no reasoning.
Why must a sound hit every ear the same?
To make one hear the normal created.
She held back an identity not easily tamed
To function in a world not so shaded.
As her sound waves exited the stereo,
I appreciated her genre,
The parts that made her sound different.
and the notes she hit that reminded me
Of my mamma.
When the song ended, I realized
her purpose and my stereo-type.
Her antennas told a story of personal demise
Yet her sound was so ripe.
I cannot listen to just one song of hers
Because it reveals a life quite mixed
And I cannot open just a few doors
As her genre enters a heart now fixed.