"weird" is finally a compliment to me now
“You’re s o w e i r d.”
What was once an iron fist-punch to the gut
to the shy kid who felt far too much
is now a cause for celebration,
conjuring the childlike elation
that I thought was lost to
the litany of literary and literal jabs
of my rocky past.
Spectral, eldritch, elysian,
peculiar, eccentric, alien…
all snugly housed in each hemisphere of my mind,
conjoined tendrils seaming them together,
no longer hidden, forbidden, or to be rewritten.
Hell, I’m smitten with strange
and my magickal ways
and not acting my age.
I’ve grown into a changeling adult;
I’ve always been fae (or "faerei" as my best friend likes to say). 🧚
So, call me Weird. Please.
Anything but n o r m a l…
I'm smitten with strange too (love that line). It feels amazing and so freeing to embrace yourself as you are.
Just sharing some thoughts that came up for me when reading your poem:
It's so funny because I remember being extremely depressed when kids used to say I looked like a man. I was probably about 15 and I was so terrified that I didn't meet the right criteria of "womanhood". Now I am a 36 year old proudly non-binary person who would take it as a compliment to be seen as anything other than the AFAB identity that was pushed on me. The freedom I take from loving and celebrating my gender identity extends on to all other weird…