I'm Weird
Oddly enough, I'm weird.
At least that's what they jeered to my beard
as they peered, while my honesty reared
with confidence clear, and hints of fear.
At least that's what they said from their box
smashing rocks, anxiously locking locks
to safely talk, and flock and balk.
Oddly enough, I'm weird.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
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