Freak of Nature

Big Bird, peers called me
or Grasshopper – legs longer
than torso, exaggerated
by the platform shoes
of the time.

Jumbo Jet, another moniker
or No Hips, No Ass –
or simply Tree –
my height towering
for my age.

Awkward an understatement –
self-conscious, exposed,
the ridicule outweighing
any nurturing support –
self-declared freak.

(For BrewNSpew’s weekly challenge: awkward)


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

21 thoughts on “Freak of Nature”

  1. Adolescence is hard on everyone–we all have our vulnerable places. The name calling that you capture so well is particularly hurtful.
    I have never stopped feeling awkward, but I think you learn to live with it and take it less to heart when you get older. (K)

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  2. Your poem reminds me once again of the need to stop our children from being cruel to others. My heart breaks for the girl in that poem and all of us girls who were ridiculed for our physical appearance.

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  3. Great use of the prompt! I too went through a lot of that and I am a self-declared freak except I have finally accepted I am unique and different and now have peace with it. You too are beautifully unique and different! 😀 ❤

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  4. Oh my … an egret’s grace-in-the-making misunderstood!
    Fairly average all my life, I yearned (intensely) to be petite from adolescence through college years … I wanted to be “less”, inconspicuous, so people would look past me, leave me alone. Pretty frustrating stuck in our own bodies, huh? Now I’m content to just BE among the many shapes/sizes. I’d love to achieve egret grace, but my old legs just won’t DO those maneuvers … no amount of yoga changes that.

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