My twisted thoughts are probably unique;

Country music = I wanna punch babies

Chihuahuas = yappy footballs needing a kick

I daydream of elbow-dropping elderly ladies

People on ladders = asking to get toppled

Bicycle riders = on open invitation

I giggle gleefully when people trip & fall

Merry mayhem rules my warped imagination

Must I prove my right to exist

by fulfilling your definition of "different"

Something outrageous and difficult

without a subtle, shining grace. 

No two people live the same life,

No two souls travel the same path.

In being human I am unique,

just like everyone else.

You are you and only you

I hope you see that as true

You are like a star in this huge universe

You play a part and pull a hearse

You all have your own originality

That's what gives you all your individuality

I'm a worker, dancer, student, and dreamer.

I'm a boss, singer, teacher, and doer.

I'm the sister who baked you the BB-8 cake, the daughter making your omelette every morning. 

I'm less expressive than I'd like, more creative than I realize. 

I'm me. 

That's all I'll ever be. 

That's enough.

those stamped softly

with flowing ink

of the younger old

and older young

scrappy edges

sturdy

behind boundaries

those ready to wrap

in yards of yarn

any other shredded bit

waiting to trade dots, feathers,

gently shifted letters,

within the boundaries that weather

add to social papercraft

fluttering by

We are all unique in our own way child,

Some are just more unique and wild.

I may frighten you

But sadly it's true

I have the gift of foresight,

It is my birthright.

This path we call life,

Learn all you can

This life is but a span.