Freak
by Joe Netherwood
Posted to Poetry on 2003-02-23 08:55:00
“Freak” you say,
No, no, no, you have it all wrong,
“Wacko” you cry,
You came to that conclusion how?
“Queer” you chant,
Do you want to be dead?
“Pardon?” you say,
Stop calling me what I’m not,
“No, I’m looking at the person behind you”
“Oh really, I am sorry”
“Freak” we say,
“Wacko” we cry,
“Queer” we chant,
Yes were talking to you,
The one in the corner with the crossed eyes,
The fat belly and black nail varnish,
“Please stop” he cries,
“Why” we said,
“Because you know how it feels, it happened to you”