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Normal

May 16, 2009

Another original poem today, since there’s nothing in the news. Enjoy!

Normal

Normal, to me, is a strange place to be

A place I have no wish to see

Normal, to you, is the place where it’s true

That girls wear pink and boys wear blue

Normal, to him, is taking a bus

To pay a visit to Toys ‘R’ Us

Normal, to them, is the sight of this ink

Washing dishes in the kitchen sink

Normal, to them, is the sound of a song

Normal, to them, is singing along

Normal, to her, is the taste of cooked food

Normal, to her, is very, very good

Normal, to him, is playing a drum

Normal, to him, is hugging his mum

Normal, to him, is having a dad

Normal, to him, is very, very bad

Normal, to her, is loving a girl

Normal, to her, is taking a whirl

Normal, to him, is loving a boy

Normal, to him, is playing with a toy

Normal, to some, is a beautiful face

Normal, to some, is a silent place

Normal, to some, is life in a chair

Normal, to some, is “Who’s going to care?”

After reading this poem, I hope you know

Why normal is a place where I have no wish to go!

2 Comments leave one →
  1. May 17, 2009 7:17 am

    Lovely poem. Very moving.

  2. samedifference1 permalink*
    May 17, 2009 12:16 pm

    Thanks for your comments. They mean a lot to me.

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