As I wrote before, this is one in a series of poems spanning several years. Some of these aren’t my best writing (I wrote some of them ten years ago), and some are just to angsty, but here they are.
(From On Being Different)
© 2001 Asher H.
Shut the door,
But I wish you would slam it,
Talk things over but I wish you would yell,
Be perfectly normal and sanitary,
But I wish you would be perverse.
Or possibly ignorant, as I already am.
Reassure me, caress me,
But I wish you would reject me,
At least once.
Let me fly away,
But I wish you would hold on to me a little longer.
Thanks for reading!