I was born with upside-down dreams
and mismatched shoelaces.
they told me to tie them tight,
but i liked the way they tailed.
said it made me trip-
i liked the fall.
it showed me the ground was softer than people.

i used to fold myself small,
like a paper crane in someone else's hands.
until one day,
i flew crooked.
and it felt
right.

they said "be normal."
but normal never sang in my key.
normal never laughed mid sentence,
or wore clouds on its sleeves.

you?
you might speak in colors,
walk in zigzags,
or cry when the sun sets too fast.
good.
that means you're alive.

we're not broken.
we're just not mass-produced.
so yeah, maybe this didn't make sense
at first.
but maybe it was never supposed to-
because you were never supposed to fit.
you were born to stand.