i was weird for so long, i started to like it.
being weird became my icebreaker.
i became the class clown.
the court jester.
the token geek.
the wise fool.
it gave me a reputation.
it gave me an audience.
it gave me a social life.
it gave me nick names that later became stage names.
it gave me identities.
i knew that everyone was weird.
that was my secret.
i got most of my material from the people around me.
i became a sponge, a mimic, a chameleon.
when someone said "you're weird."
i didn't mind taking all the credit.
i made people laugh.
it made others feel normal, and better about themselves.
then they liked having me around.
i always ended up with the weird crowd,
and that was just fine with me.
i love weird people.
the weirder the better.
being weird helped me weed out the intolerant and ignorant idiots whose prejudice i did not want to tolerate.
so my experience with the word "weird" is different than yours.
it is a label i don't mind.
i have also been called crazy, insane, psycho, freak, nuts, etc.
i figured, as a passionate poet and performer,
i must be willing to endure all manner of criticism.
in my younger days, i wore the rebel uniform.
steel toes, brass knuckles, iron fist, teflon skin, heart of stone.
now, i wear the armour of god
the belt of truth, the breastplate of righteousness, the shield of faith, the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit. armour of god research links:
i have learned it is better to be rejected for who you really are than to be accepted for who you are not.