Normal
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!
Same Difference 
Lovely poem. Very moving.
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