There are a lot of things that we have control over in our lives and a lot of things that we don't. We cannot force others to believe or think the way we do. Nor can we expect others to see us the way that we see ourselves. In this collection we specifically address the idea of being a woman who is different and misunderstood. The poem I’m Just Different shares the story of a teenage girl who recognizes that she is not like her classmates. She is secure in the way that she feels about herself recognizing the people she goes to school with don't know how to take her and that makes them nervous, but it doesn't bother her. She tells us about all of the things that make her who she is and the reality by the end of the poem is that as people we need to accept that everyone is different and just because they're different doesn't mean they're not exactly who they are supposed to be. Misunderstood focuses on that exact idea. Misunderstood can mean a lot of things it can mean misunderstood by the clothes that you wear, the way in which you speak, maybe you have an accent, maybe you don't accept being spoken over or spoken at by your male counterparts, maybe you speak with your hands. Separated as individual ideas this might not bother someone but when it's all put together being received by one person, a woman, it can definitely make life challenging. Worry not, the joy of being a woman is that of course they will share exactly how they feel, uncensored, and uncut.
Being a Woman & Misunderstood: I’m Just Different, Misunderstood
I’m just a little bit different.
Laughing at the end of a scary movie
Because I knew who the killer was the whole time.
How did you not know
Not see that
Remember in the opening scene when…
Yeah, that’s me.
I’m just different
When my teacher asks for volunteers to read
Or answer the question on the board
I avoid eye contact
hope that I have magically drifted into the wall and she
Can’t see me
Like a superhero I have made myself invisible
Not because I don’t know the answer
4.571 billion years old,
The question is how old is the solar system?
I always do my homework, I always know the answer
Just feel nervous when I have to speak
In front of other people.
I’m just different
My truth isn’t lived until I’m at home
I walk in the door and am met by my dog Ralph
He thinks he’s a cat
Trying to climb trees
Thinking he can sleep in the windowsill
His love and kisses make me laugh
My laugh brings my mom out of the kitchen
Where she is always cooking dinner
smells so good
Putting on my apron we talk about our days
Listen to music
She teaches me how to properly stir the soup
You can’t just do it; it has to be done right.