From her book: Hidden in My Fingers
Written by by Lydia Wayman
I've heard that what makes me different
Also makes me wrong or bad
That just because I'm different
Means that I should be sad.
But I am here to tell you
That different's not all plight
That this thing which makes me different
Is the reason why I write.
Without my brand of different
I might not have a voice unique
Rather than express myself via keyboard
I might be prone to speak.
Now, there's nothing wrong with speaking
Please do hear me through
I just happen to love typing
Each day sparks my mind anew.
Next time you might curse different
Clothe your cursing in this shawl
That it's not so bad, this different
It can be beautiful, after all.