Their Weird Is Our Norm
Things are happening which are deemed crazy by others
In my family, their crazy is our norm, so I keep quiet.
Not wanting to out my relatives or myself.
The more they talk of the “weirdness” which they disbelieve,
the more I feel the temperature of my face rise.
What is the matter? Someone says. You are all pink.
I excuse myself, pretending I am sick.
Wondering why we are in the know
When so many others have no idea
Worse, make fun of things that are our norm.
Maybe I have fallen in with the wrong crowd.
I dust my sandals off and skate to the beach.
Searching high and low for kindred spirits.
They are waving at me from every direction.
Souls who recognize I can see their light.
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