Variation of the Human Spectrum

I tread along the sidewalk

Tread along town

Beside the flaming rug

And along with the zephyr

I see fingers pointing

Faces jeering

And I cover

My face

Shroud myself

In darkness

Or at least behind one of the large broccolis

Laughter goes on

Fingers are bayonets

Piercing my heart

Piercing my confidence

“Your kind is weird,” they say

“They need to be cured”

“Can’t you be of any use?”

And a river of snot creeps down my nostrils

A deluge of tears become waterfalls

My pride

My pride

O my pride

Hic

Hic

Sniff

An experiment

Is that what I am to you?

Am I a burden to you

Or a threat to society?

Am I a monster carved from Satan’s flesh

That needs to be slain?

Answer me

For my soul wants proof

That the Aryan race exists

“Leave him alone!” a voice says

I look up

And the fingers,

Laughter—

Gone

“Are you okay?”

The same voice

And I turn back

To see a girl

Dressed in a cotton strawberry dress,

Skin peachy as—well—a peach

I smile

And she smiles back

I grab her hand

And she, mine

We gazed at each other

And I blushed when she blushed

Or she blushed when I blushed

“Avis,” she said

And I blushed harder

A Coca-Cola can

“DeUndrae”

Hooray! One person in the world

One person accepts me

A gift from God

One of nature’s prizes

I’m not an experiment

Nor an object

I’m a human

Purely made in the sight of God

I’m just one of many variations of

The Human Spectrum

And I’m happy with that