Shackle Normal Poem by Emily Wang

Shackle Normal



Why do shackles exist in the land of the free?
Why does everyone dislike me?
Try to change me into something called 'normal'
ew, don't touch me, i might catch normal
'nomal' is a disease,
it's clear to see,
my eyes don't deceive.
I'm not going to change now,
I don't know why or how
I've gotta be me,
why is society's vision so blurry?
I can attempt to reach down and clean it,
but why would I crush myself and sit,
when I can jump up high and tall,
in my world there are no walls.
I can paint a pretty picture with a razor and my wrist,
but why would I, this story has no twist,
I'm not 'normal'
I'm never going to be.
I don't care if you all dislike me.
Why do shackles exist in the land of the free?

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