The Deviant Writer Poem by James Callos Jordan

I was born a metaphor,
Whose life is a strange poem,
Difficult and confusing.

I see things in a deep twist,
Where simple things is complex
In an easy kind of way.

I think a lot as I speak,
I imagine as I think,
And I dream imagining.

Some thinks I’m weird and crazy,
Someone who does not belong,
Someone who is different.

Many criticize my works,
Seeing only their eye’s side,
Discerning, stereotyping.

Nevertheless I don’t care,
Because I know who I am,
Unlike any other men.

I’m not a rebel you see,
I’m just a normal person
That is basically deviant.

March 13,2009