Unordinary

By Keimary Juarbe
Keimary Juarbe is a first-year student who plans to major in psychology. She enjoys writing poetry, light-reading, and driving around town. She is involved in Psychology Club and Blue & White Society. She tends to spend her time mostly in the comfort of her home.

I’m still unfit
We don’t like the same things
We don’t do the same things
I’m still unjust
We don’t hear the same things
We don’t see the same things
I’m still understanding
Our ears don’t find the same rhyme or same words or same beat
Our eyes don’t see the same vision of the same world that may be so much so the same courageous and same bleak
I’m still undermining
Hearts do not beat the same in volume or altitude
Minds do not interpret the same in manner or spectrum
I’m still uncertain
People seem to pertain the same concepts and the same ideals
People seem to search each others halves and find what makes them whole in appeal
I’m still undone
What defines normal to those who are unique, why are those who are unexceptional break the standards
What defines distinction to those who are different, why are those who are unusual so unmeasurable
I’m still human
I am human, we are all one in the same yet my brain, my heart, my body, my thoughts, are nothing but my own
I am unlike any other and nobody is like me
I’m still unordinary