
Farting Unicorn
I can’t remember when i didn’t want to be different
When I wasn’t painfully aware that I was different
More than skin tone
More than experience
I have been different forever
In a dance recital, my name was bigger on my dancing stairs
It wasn’t planned,
That’s just how it happened
How we interrupted the instructions
Happened again
I somehow got it wrong
I dyed my ballet shoes white, when they were supposed to be black
Thus again I was visibly different
Why couldn’t I be like others
Why did I like liverwurst
When others gagged
Why did I always have a different drummer
A different beat
That was always so infectious
I had to dance to it
It wasn’t that I wanted normal
I knew that was off the table
I just didn’t want the spotlight
The one that felt like it found me
Every time I went against the stream
Why did lime green and hot pink
Become my happy colors
Plus leopard
It likes I can’t help myself
As I face even newer truths
All I can see right now
Is how I become even more different
And it scares me
Brings back the old feelings
Of knowing
I am like this
But the person next to me is not
I have spent an awful lot of time
Trying to be less different
Trying to stop feeling like I was the only one
My own special brand of unicorn
Not the beautiful one
The awkward one
You know the one who snorts
And farts
And has more lime green and hot pink
Than the rest of the rainbow colors
That unicorn
The funny thing
Is as I write about that unicorn
I can’t help but like it
I like that unicorn
That is my type of unicorn
So maybe just maybe
I’ve listened way too much
To others who hate different
Who fear being different?
Maybe as hard as I try
Even if accidentally
I was made to be different
My letters spelling my name
Are meant to be large
And as I think about it
Dying my ballet shoes white
Felt like I was making a major change
Just so I could be like everyone else
So maybe
The real problem
Has been me
My wanting so desperately to be anyone but me
To want to erase my differences
Maybe I am a farting unicorn
With a mostly lime and hot pink mane
With leopard hooves
Or maybe it’s a leopard horn
And a black tall
And rainbow wings
Because maybe I am that different
And my unicorn
Or me
Maybe I fly
Snorting, farting, shining, shimmering
And finally embracing all my differences
Because that is what makes me
Me
About the Creator
Jana Lillie
I am a poet/ playwright/author/mother to an amazing daughter, theatre geek, geek, shy person.


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