What does it mean to be normal?
How does anyone fit in?
We are not paperdoll cut-outs
Or soldiers made of tin;
There is no general mold
To give us shape and form,
So do explain to me please,
What on earth is “the norm?”


Isn’t it true that our beauty
Shines when we let ourselves flow
In uniqueness of expression;
Not in the status quo?
“Normal” is just a wword
Set to make us compare
Ourselves with all the others,
Each one a treasure rare.


Strength is in authenticity;
Unique is really the norm.
To know ourselves and each other
With regard bright and warm.
To honor differences
Wherever we might be,
While sharing in our likeness
So everyone succeeds.


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