Complicated And Misunderstood Poem by Robin Bennett

Momma says I was born misunderstood-
a complicated classic English novel.
All full of thee, thy, and lots of giveth,
A prickly little star constantly searching
for her next bright light-
and standing ovation.

Others girls wanted baby dolls
that wet their diapers and burped
on cue. Not me. I wanted that
fancy, expensive pen with the
liquid jewel toned ink pots.
I'd spend hours picking my
special vellum paper, and
nicotine colored parchment.

Lost in my strange reality,
under bleached out
stars- writing my foolish
head off. I fell in love
with the night. Lost on
my midnight safari-
I fell pray to the local insomnia.


With me, what you see isn't always
what you get. I'm complicated and
misunderstood. Even Mom and
Dad never had a chance
to figure me out.