24 June 2012
My father was a wizard, My mother was an elf, So I'm a bit confused at what- I'm meant to be, myself...
My grandmother: a goblin, Grandad he's a sprite, The 'greats-' are even more obscure, Heritage with a fight!
So I'm a bit of everything, A hybrid - if you please, An elfin, with a dragon-wand, With sprite wings and knocked knees.
Got a bit of all my types, Running through my blood, No one can tell me what I do, Or even what I should.
My first word was in Elfin, My second in wizards' tongue, Quite advanced for a mutant girl, For one incredibly young.
Got teased a bit in nursery, For being something new, Couldn't wait for those years, To quickly pass on through.
When I got to primary, The teasing eased a bit, But it was only when I graduated- I truly felt I fit!
I got a job translating! For the leader of the realm! Top position, grandly seen, Truly at the helm.
All those kids who bullied me, Because I'm not quite right, Can eat their words and bite my dust, They'll never see my light.
Confused Heritage. • Opuss № I