I must have moved it the unconventional way ….
I must have held out my left hand….
Left handedness, I’m loving it….
The first time I must have reached out for a toy….
The first time I must have held a bat…
The first time I must have thrown a ball…
I must have held out my left hand….
Left handedness, I’m loving it…
The first time I held a pencil in my hand….
With a piece of paper in the front….
I must have scribbled with the unconventional hand…
Left handedness, I’m loving it…
The first time I must have danced…
The first time I must have greeted someone…
It must have been instinctively unorthodox…
Left handedness, I’m loving it…
I still play ball….
I still scribble…
I still dance….
I continue to greet…
And the instincts are still the same…
I’m proud to be a lefty….
Left handedness, I’m loving it....
2 comments:
It's indeed a poem on something very unconventional and unorthodox....you don't find people write about their left handedness everyday.....but YOU comin up with something like this does not surprise me......keep the insanity high partner!!!! :)
P.S: you might wanna start studyin for your exam!... :P
3 cheers to leftys....
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