When I Call Myself Queer
A Poem

I am not normal, I am not regular; I am different, unusual, distorted, awry; I’m the movement you catch at the edge of your eye; I am something to fear. That’s what I mean when I call myself queer.
I am unique, amazing, and odd; I am special, bizarre, astonishing, rare; I’m the shadow at twilight when nothing is there; I am here. That’s what I mean when I call myself queer.
I am a crafter, stealing bits from those who came before; I make something new from what I take; I’m the surprise in a box of bran flakes; I am cheer. That’s what I mean when I call myself queer.
I am curious, surprising, and strange; I’m the aurora borealis, the northern lights; I’m the parhelion dogging the sun, faded rainbow of ice; I am weird. That’s what I mean when I call myself queer.
Esther learned to read when she was four years old, and began writing shortly thereafter. She is a queer Christian poet, crafting with words to create art and music.
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