Lame

This piece is meant to be spoken.

You call me lame

as if I'm supposed to be ashamed.

If I could,

I would put lame in my name,

and use it with pride.

I'd be like

"Hi, my name is Anwar Lame Hadi,

nice to meet your acquaintance!"

You see the word lame

like it's used to describe a lamb with three legs.

I take that as a compliment, if you know what I mean.

I mean, lame isn't a derogatory term, no.

It's a frame of mind

out of which I find

the world to be unconfined.

While you're looking through windows,

I'll look through Apples.

See,

I don't find the humour in being

the same as every other human being.

You may be comfortable with conformity,

but I have trouble keeping a straight face when I hear a fart.

And that may indicate

that I'm not as sophisticated

as you grown ups up in here.

It may even point towards me

and my supposed inability 

To grow out of immaturity.

But if growing up means being the same as everyone else then I may as well stay seven forever.

I also have trouble staying on topic, aparently.

What you call lame, I call unique.

What you call lame, I call needs more brain power to process.

What you call lame, I call me maybe.

Wait, I just met you. This is crazy.

What you call lame, I call awesome.

And in response to my lameness, 

you might say "but I'm confused!"

To that, I can only say

"Hi confused, I'm Anwar Lame Hadi."