Michelle’s Poetry Corner

About Michelle
Michelle is 31 years old, from New Orleans, LA, and works for the Epilepsy Foundation.
She has unilateral V1/V2 PWS and SWS.
Her symptoms include migraine, seizures, and glaucoma.
She began laser treatments at 12 years old, and to-date, has had over 35 treatments.
Michelle had a stroke at aged 12, and is on a daily dose of aspirin.
Her hobbies include: music (she sings and plays a variety of instruments), poetry, ceramics, cross-stitch, and latch hook

All poetry copyright Michelle Mora 2007. Reproduction not permitted without express written permission of author.

“The Outcast”

Omitted and Oppressed is the Outcast
Who sits out and looks inside
Unconforming and Unique is the Outcast
Sitting out, yet seeing inside
Teased and Threatened is the Outcast
Who sits out and looks inside
Criticized and Cursed is the Outcast
Sitting out, yet seeing inside
Alone and Abandoned is the Outcast
Who sits out and looks inside
Shunned and Scorned is the Outcast
Sitting out, yet seeing inside
Taken and Taunted is the Outcast
Who sits out and looks inside
But O, how lucky! is the Outcast
Sitting out, yet seeing inside

- April 23, 2007

“FRIENDSHIPS”

Faithful
Relationships
Intertwined
Eternally
Never
Diminishing
Strengthening
Hearts
Intensifying
Powerful
Spirits

- July 3, 2003

“Music IS….”

Music is love, Music is soul
Music is the drummer’s roll
Music is high, Music is low
Music is pitch on the go
Music is played, Music is sung
Music is the bell a choir rung
Music is work, Music is play
Music is expressing what words won’t say
Music is glorious, Music is truth
Music is the feelings that melody lets loose
Music is joy, Music is tears
Music is able to dispel our fears
Music is happy, Music is sad
Music is a tool that makes us glad
Music is soft, Music is loud
Music is a skill to make us proud
Music is short, Music is long
Music is incapable of being wrong
Music is old, Music is new
Music is what we listen to
Music is smooth, Music is rough
Music is of what we can’t have enough
Music is Country, Music is Pop
Music is something we cannot stop
Music is slow, Music is fast
Music is what alone shall last

- July 2, 2003

“My Mask”

My mask is large and purple-ish red
My mask covers my face and head
My mask makes some a little shrieky
My mask to strangers can look quite freaky
My mask does not hurt or cause me pain
My mask is not my mother’s blame
My mask has always been here
My mask will never just disappear
My mask is a very tiny part of me
My mask cannot determine the person I shall be
My mask is simply a kiss of love
My mask is a gift from the Lord above
My mask was not caused by burn or pain
My mask is called a facial Port Wine Stain

- June 30, 2003

“STURGE WEBER SYNDROME”

Support
Teaches
Unending
Rewards
Growing
Eternally

Wonder
Enlightens
Beauty
Enriching
Relationships

Strengthening
Youthful
New
Dreams
Renders
Obstacles
Miraculously
Extinct

- June 29, 2003

“BIRTHMARKS”

Beauty
Illuminates
Resonating
Throughout
Humble
Minds
Always
Revealing
Kind
Spirits

- June 22, 2003


“PORT WINE STAIN”

Purple
Obstacle
Revealing
Truth

Witt
Indestructible
Nearing
Excellence

Spirited
Teachers
Allowing
Ignorance
Nevermore

- June 22, 2003


“Everyday”

Everyday I see you standing there
As you coldly stop to stare
Everyday to myself I lie
“It can’t be me you are passing by”
Everyday I realize this to be untrue
You cruelly mumble, “Surely glad I’m not you”
Everyday you see my face
You point and stare in disgrace
Everyday I hope you will stop and ask
Why it is I wear this “mask”
Everyday I want to grab you and say
“Will you please be my friend today”
Everyday I remember I am way too shy
So again today you shall pass me by

- June 21, 2003

“Un-Normal”

I’m not normal, so you say
But what is normal anyway?
Does it mean same, consistent
Usual, common or constant?
Are you normal if you wear glasses?
Contacts? Or have long lashes?
Are you normal if your face is green?
Or only certain places you’ve been?
So if not normal, then different I must be
But that’s OK, though, as different is more fun to me
Picture the world where all is the same
Personally, I think it is quite lame
Picture everyone five-foot-six
And skinnier than toothpicks
To make this world even more the same
Picture all the same taste and even name
After hearing this, I think you can see
Why I’m happy being different as can be
So you can take your normal ways
And live your life passing boring days
Yet I’ll be different as can be
Because different is more fun, you see?

- June 1999

 

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