proudly and some
times loudly.
ever since i put
two and two
together to get
five, i’ve felt
blessed, put
the pedal to
the medal and
never once hit
reverse. at
those who think
it a curse, i
scratch my head
trying to imagine
such a warped
notion. and
if i start to
believe that i
might have a
sliver of empathy,
just enough to
start to get it,
i have to go about
untwisting my
knotted brain
to alleviate the
strain that such
a perspective
might give me.
i guess that if
i’m going to
be putting up
any walls, they’re
going to be painted
shades of pink
and lavender.
i might come
across as a bit
cocksure, but
i think i know
me. and that’s
by all means who
i prefer to be.
