Abby

In a city of similar faces,
There are mes and there are yous.
Mes are the ones who keep walking.
Yous are the ones who do all the talking.
But then there are the theys.
Theys are the ones who never look up,
For they are too focused on the ground.
In a world of average places,
There are those and there are these.
Those are the ones who keep their distance.
These are the ones who can’t stay away.
And then there are the thats
Thats tend to linger wherever they desire,
Because they have nowhere to be.
In a universe of ununique names,
There are Johns and there are Janes.
Johns are the ones who work in business.
Janes are the ones who run the business.
Then there is Abby.
She is neither a me, nor a you, nor a they.
Neither these, nor those, nor that.
She is not a John.
She is not a Jane.
Her face is a peculiar twist of average.
She has a scar on her left brow,
An uneven widows peak,
And a perfect pair of lips
shaped like a heart pinched at the seams.
Abby is different.
She is not an athlete like her brother.
She is not an overachiever like her sister.
She is not a musician like her teacher.
She is not a partier like her peers.
All her life she has tried to become
What is known as normal.
She tried to be an athlete
But there was no room on the shelf for her trophies.
She tried to be overachiever
But there was no space of the fridge for her B’s.
She tried to be a musician
But there was no room on the stage for her guitar.
She tried to be a partier
But there was no space on the list for her name.
Abby cannot be them.
She is neither a me, nor a you, nor a they.
Neither these, nor those, nor that.
She is not a John.
She is not a Jane.
She is neither an athlete, nor an overachiever,
Nor a musician, nor a partier.
She is a special kind of strange.
She has soft pale cheeks,
Frizzy hair always half down,
And two big, beautiful brown eyes
With a slight hint of green.
Abby has tried to become
Everyone that she is not.
It is time for her to embrace
Everything she is.
Abby is unique.
She is the best type of weird.
She has a pure heart,
A kind soul,
And a strong mind.
Abby is Abby.
That is all she is.
She is simply her and nobody else
And that is who she was made to be.
 

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