My Special Talent
I was never the best at anything.
Or maybe only for a while.
Just as I thought I might be.
I went into denial.
I used to be good at Martial Arts,
Then my friend Sarah came and kicked my arse.
I thought I might try swimming next.
But I was always 2nd best.
I realised I maybe wasn't good at sports.
I can't swim, run or ride a horse.
I knocked beauty off my list.
For I was smart and fat, with pointed teeth.
I tried music, singing, dancing too.
But at each I was told 'Sorry, not for you.'
Now I decided I had to be smart.
That worked for a while, and from the start.
Then I started a new school with new teachers, new people.
And then I knew that I was feeble.
I summed up my life, took everything in.
Then I thought that poems were my thing.
Just as I was sure of this.
Another friend came with poems on her list.
And now I am in search again.
For something to set me apart from all them.