Freak

This is a poem that I wrote while cleaning the bathrooms at my last job. ( I know that is a strange place for inspiration, but thats what happened). It wasn't the actual bathroom that motivated this poem, but rather the events that happened before. I had never really felt like I was in the "in crowd" at work. I was the girl who was never invited out after work. I didn't like to do the same things that my co-workers did, I didn't like to party, or go clubbing or anything like that and I usually couldn't keep up with the conversations because they were things that I didn't know about or had never experienced. I felt like my co-workers sometimes looked at me like I was a freak.It also talks about how as a Christian, I am always going to be looked at differently because of my faith and because I don't do the things that the world does. That is what inspired this poem...

If life is a circus,

Than I am its freak show

Much like the bearded lady or ten foot tall man

No one seems to understand.

But no one ever said it would be easy

Spending my day in frustration and pain

My actions trying to explain

To a crowd who mocks and yells and laughs

Where jokes are made on my behalf

But no one ever said it would be easy

This mirage of normalcy is just out of my reach

Because I try to practice what I preach

But my reward is societal rejection

And it causes daily deep reflection

Why did He not make this easy?

Narrow is the road I travel

Filled with sticks and stones and gravel

But I know that I am in good company

For many have traveled this road before me:

Martyrs, missionaries, disciples, Christ followers.

And I know for them it wasn’t easy

But we are led by the greatest outcast of them all

Who for our sake broke down sin’s wall

If he was willing a freak to be

Than being a freak is alright with me

BB