Here's another one. I actually wrote this one the other day, but I never bothered to come on here. Because there's some poems, like Tastes Like Tofu and More More More, that I just HAVE to publish everywhere I can, as soon as I can. But then there are the smaller and more incoherent poems that are left to be burned or lost on paper, because I am never sure whether I should put them online; whether they're "worthy", so to speak. We've had this weird testing schedule, because we're doing some standardized test, so we had like two hours of class for a 40-minute test, and when we were done there was nothing to do, so I just started writing this. Clearly, I had the song Minority in mind (once again, Green Day is present at the scene of the "crime"), and I wanted to write about being in the minority. Which for me, no matter how mainstream I am, is a given, because I'm lefthanded. But I "wanna be in the minority" for other things as well. This poem is me, "struggling" with being both in the minority and majority, and thus not truly a part of either.


Commonplace
Gauche as a southpaw
I am not like most
I don't really fit in
the majority
But painfully mainstream
in interests and beliefs
I don't really fit in
the minority

with a look that's all too
commonplace
you cannot really pick out
my face
from any other sheep
here in the herd

My right hand is my bane
my left hand is a pain
I don't know where I'm going
'cause I don't know where I am
and it's hard to go anywhere
if you don't know where you're
coming from


I wish there was more, but I can't think of how to get to where I'm going (poetically), and I am as always stuck with a good idea and nothing to do with it because it doesn't have a place to start from. Oh well. I know why I don't post them - they're not finished. But, oh well. And please comment. And rate this thread. (based on overall opinion of my poetry and comments) thanks.