Ir A Freak Poem by Jeff Hobbs

If eye spel not lyk u
Or perhaps there are ways I eat my food
Or suggest things
Perhaps my humour is not
as you have been taught humour should be
(Pardon my lack of blonde jokes)
Perhaps I think that
there are more important things than the superficial
Perhaps I define the superficial differently to you.
How different?
If I sit and rock holding my knees every now and then
If I plummet to sadness when joy is little
If I can’t get the words out:
“Ine, oo, ee, bor, by, ix…”
How different?
If I do not have the beauty the world demands
If I can spring up from a car hitting my head
But fall down when I find I’ve got cancer
Or if I enjoy not knowing the pain of the rich
Perhaps I should be locked away
There are homes and schools for such freaks
How different?
If I am defined by legislation
Or banned by it
If your perceptions of normal are the norm
Then perhaps I should redefine my humanity
I am a genetic mess of the past
You are the perfect of the future
Pardon my big ears
Perhaps they shouldn’t have let me be born
How different?
Sadly, only you know.