The Lefty

I’ve got
One lousy hand
To pen this
Fearless sentence
From the mouth
Of broken answers
Which runs
Right through
My soul

Jumping
Through these hoops
Like dogs
Of trained expression
While words
Which spell disaster
Seek shelter
From its
Grip –

How synonyms
Leave their mark
As basic scars
Of changing
What incorrect
Nouns of circumstance
Manage
To take their
Risk

Making things
Just right
And never far
From framing
Identity
Within format
Of pageantry
Born
Of schools

Not a message
Best conveyed
By a reject
Made exclusive
By profession
Of his devices
Which wither
Away
At bones

Whittling
Tiny shapes
Drawn like bars
In margins
So the verbs that chase
Each spirit
Break free
From chains
At last

While sacrifice
Often begins
As it stifles
Flow of lefties
Or “queers”
Who write
Indignant
On opposite sides
Of the page

Praying
Change admits
How deviance
Ushers acceptance
Even when
Slight variation
Brings subtle
But certain
Shifts

Through experience
Some admit
Or confess
How wisdom
Is garnered
By enduring
Excess abuses
Of adversity
Claiming its stake

Discovering
Harsher names
Each time their mind
Progresses
Toward limits
Once thought dangerous
To leaders
Who think
Inside lines

Bizarre
Yet quite unfit
For the world
To deem
Outstanding
As a notion
Hung for daring
What questions
Perfect script.

– J. Pigno

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