Being the Weird One in the Crowds Can Be Life-Changing

My family still calls me the weird one,

An appellation in which I take great pride.

I’ve never been one to follow the crowds,

Instead, letting my own beliefs be my guide.

As a little girl among the hordes of people

Living in slum dwellings of three rooms,

I didn’t believe the poor were valueless,

As so many bullies tended to presume.

I saw people beaten down by circumstances,

Who didn’t think that their lot could improve.

But, I, through the reading of many books,

Came to believe that one day I’d move.

People lampooned me for dreaming big,

But dreams, for me, are visions of possibility.

So, although I was seen as a basket case,

I never stopped believing in my mobility.

One sunny day I left the slums behind me.

I wasn’t honeyfuggled that I had no worth.

Now, I take needed jaunts around the world,

For in traveling, new parts of us are birthed.

Written for Photo Challenge #331 from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Fandango prompt is Lampoon. Ragtag prompt is Bully. Word of the Day Challenge is Honeyfuggle. Your Daily Prompt is Jaunt. The Daily Spur prompt is Basket.

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  1. I absolutely believe that new parts of us are birthed through travel! Well said, Regina. Are you having any problems receiving notifications on WP? I have been unable to see them for most of the day, although everything else seems to be working. Just curious about whether it is only me.

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