(Poetic Asides Prompt "normal")
Normal is an oxymoron all on its own.
To be normal is about perceptions.
In a dilapidated town
painted shades of taupe and brown
a red velvet gown is quite odd.
At the prom showing up in beach shorts
and flip-flops is peculiar,
unless everyone does
then it’s the norm.
Even those who don’t conform
are only strange in the right crowd,
together, united they become quite sane.
Don’t fret about being too plain
or too bold,
normal comes and it goes.
A tidal wave of trends
washing away the sands of customary
uncovering new shells
that the “normal people” will begin to collect.
Best to just neglect the temptation
and keep being weird
unless it becomes the norm
then it’s best to rethink your strategy
and go back to the drawing board.