Weirdo

You’re reading this now. But, why? Were you punished?

No. You’re intrigued, amplified by 600.

It reads like a child. But yet, you cannot end it.

When done, at the end, you will find it quite splendid.

I grew up in times where books were all seuss-y.

But thought adult flare might help it feel new, see?

Ramblings of life and lessons learned not.

It flows through my brain and on paper I jot.

You’ll laugh and you’ll cry and may show signs of anger.

When reading the writing from this AWeirdStranger.

Sometimes I’m quite weird and a little bit silly.

So strange I thought I should explain the whole deal, see?

I grew up a brat in the Army, alone.

Migration and strangers a constant of “home”.

Skinny and shy, I developed a power.

Blend into the masses for hours and hours.

Humor, to follow, would make me feel braver.

Became more outgoing, and friends I did savor.

Quick wit and wordsmithing doth run in this family.

My grandpa, he rhymed all the time and it found me.

My mother, a writer of poems and song.

Lucky for me her skill did get passed on.

I have a close group of friends now, though few.

One day I hope that can include some of you.


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