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.


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