Kiss me I’m a misfit,

Fusing in a mass

Estimating human form,

Away from what the normal call ‘the norm’.

 

Kiss me, I’m a mismatch of ill fitting parts,

Head’s not small, more like a bowling ball.

My legs aren’t right,

Both right and left are left all wrong.

 

Kiss me I’m a misfit

That lurches to one side,

Giving a wide berth to curious eyes.

And my eyes, wide, skirt around the sides of all of this.

 

You won’t miss me I’m a misfit.

Unfit, I don’t fit into it.

I hang out at hangouts, hanging out.

I don’t fit in.

 

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Yet here, I do fit.

With my head, my legs, my eyes, this.

I surprise even me when I fit

With the other glorious unapologetic misfits.

 

So, kiss me I’m a misfit.