Living Life Backwards
Black and blue goes up my side
In response to my inner thoughts down on paper.
Smudges flow through my work
A sign of the ink that never dried.
Many things betray me
For instance scissors and school desks.
Everything is opposite
And nothing ever fits.
Hardships I am likely to face
But special I will always be.
Life is constantly a mirror
In which I am happy to be the reflection.
There are many like me
But I am strong where others are weak.
I differ in many ways.
I am unique.
My sister is on the right,
But I am the one in charge.
A rarity in society,
Happy I will always be
A Lefthander’s
Left Hand.