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.