Love Me Before You Equate Me Poem by John W. McEwers

I know that it's hard to think about me as someone new.
There have been so many people before me.
Some have made you happy, some have made you blue,
But that is no reason to short me.

For all you know I could be the best of the bunch
The type you take to Grandma's for her every Sunday brunch.
I could be the one who turns beets to tangerines
The one who takes brochures and makes magazines.
The one who has two heads on his shoulders
Two being better than one like the others.

So I ask that you look at me like you've never met me before,
Because you haven't.
And those are facts.