Wherever I Fit Poem by Paula Glynn

Could a person who fears blood,
Be a doctor or nurse?
That fear of blood,
Just to get worse.

Could a person who's deaf,
Compose music?
Unlikely,
But they could be a chef.

Could a head injury patient,
Work in McDonald's?
Slow on the uptake,
Needing constant care,
And just not belonging there.

Could a person shy about nudity,
Be a famous actor or actress?
When they'd have to,
Have the world see them?
Some scenes with a stand in,
But most for the actor to expose,
Their body and their sexuality,
Subjects for the more mature,
Who have seen those without clothes,

And could a person be a famous model,
If they are short and overweight?
Their body not chosen,
For those photographs and catwalk shows,
Because of their weight,
And those catwalk shows,
Showcase designer clothes,
But only on the beautiful,
Who are prepared to be exposed,

Whereas others pass exams,
Pass every class test,
In order to be academic,
In order to go to college and university,
In order to enter the world of work,
And be the ultimate and be the best,
Their lives an absolute success.

For what works for one,
Does not work for the other,
Many dreams beyond reach,
Even when in classes,
And those teachers,
That inspire their students as they teach,
To show ambitions not to be out of reach.

Many watch the world,
Through the window,
Knowing some are lost,
Some confused and rambling,
With their lot,
For in life, we get one shot,
Some turning to crime,
To pay for life expenses,
Without having to do time,

But most are decent citizens,
Who do their school exams,
With ambitions and plans,
And even though many,
Don't understand,
This precept of politics,
It is true:
You can only be you,
The root of politics,
To show you do what you do,
And only ever choose for you.