I wear a nappy crown that acts as a warning sign
People react to its uniqueness
Their predetermined perceptions keep them in line
While I just grin, smile shining bright
listening to witty comments
as we laugh together at stereotypes
and I alone, remain gifted with the burden of this phenotype.
Misery loves company
Dandelions grow in patches
The seeds of disdain spread and grow
It just so happens that even weeds
Can add to the beauty of life’s scenery
What you view as a nuisance and wish to cut
May just be the flower someone else uses
To express their love.
Written by John Harris III