The Roll of a Misfit

Fell out of step down the road a bit

Maybe these shoes that don't quite fit

Or is it the tune that doesn't transmit

In the rock and roll play of a misfit

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Once upon a time, my story befit

A dance on the wild side the size of it

Jimmy Choo'd legs make-up the kit

In the rock and roll play of a misfit

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The scene is blurred in the backlit

Misguided choices yet to admit

Promises made without commit

In the rock and roll play of a misfit

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Exfoliated past into pure raw grit

Fresh new skin laid to emit

Faith, hope and love join to acquit

Rising above the role of a misfit

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The seasons change by holy writ

To winter's costume we submit

A slower dance the stride we hit

Relinquishing the role of a misfit

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billybuc 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

Amy, I am so far behind in work today and customers are not happy about it.....but I wanted you to know that I support you always, so here I am. I would love to leave a long comment but just know that I think your work is beautiful and you are too.

your friend,

bill


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Oh, Bill, it sounds like "don't work too hard" is too late for you. Thank you for taking time out of your demanding day to leave me your beautiful message. Hugs to you, my friend.


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Jackie Lynnley 4 years ago from The Beautiful South

You have done it again, a great one.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Jackie, I just love you to pieces for all of your kindness and support. Thank you!


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drbj 4 years ago from south Florida

Oh, dear Amy, a misfit you could never be,

So relinquish that role and say after me:

"I am woman, I am smart, I am strong.

At the top of the world is where I belong!"


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Well, my friend, your lovely poetry does put me on top of the world. I did take a roll down the misfit trail growing up. I've relinquished it to the energy of the young. I'm content to be what I am...Amy. I revel in that! Love sent your way, drbj.


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Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Love this Amy. You mentioned winter and I was reminded of the Christmas cartoon about Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer and his friends singing that they were misfits. Made me smile. Love your poetry. The best thing I can say it that we must always be true to ourselves.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Oh, Gypsy, I forgot about the Christmas misfit story of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer and his friends. I used to watch that Christmas special every year. I remember crying for the unwanted toys. I am so glad you reminded me. Thank you for a great comment.


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breakfastpop 4 years ago

Misfit and anything you do doesn't belong in the same sentence. Up and awesome, really awesome!!


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

I love you, Pop! Thank you so much for an awesome comment that totally blows my mind.


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Genna East 4 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

Have been reading my diary of some years ago? I love this! And it’s so true – for some of us. :-)

“The seasons change by holy writ

To winter's costume we submit

A slower dance the stride we hit

Relinquishing the role of a misfit”

Ahhh youth. I think about those days more and more it seems, with the passage of new seasons.

Voted this one Up, up and away, dear Amy.


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The Frog Prince 4 years ago from Arlington, TX

Some describe me as a misfit. I must admit I can be and at times strut it a bit :)

Nice work Amy. Great song too!

The Frog


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

It's funny, Genna, when I was at my most "misfit", I felt I was the only one who ever felt that way. Hence, I suppose, the name "misfit". Now that I'm a grown up (well, most days), I realize some of the people I admire the most, went through a similiar phase while figuring out who they were and what they wanted. I would imagine Bob Dylan inspired that title from those that "didn't get him" or felt threatened by him for a time...actually, most of his youth. His demeanor tells me even he felt he was sometimes. Too bad it took me most of my life to realize I like the misfits most. Thank you for letting me meander through the mine field. You always make me think, Genna. Thank you


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Say "misfit" and I see an independent thinker, someone with the balls to follow the beat of their own drummer. Not a lemming, often a loner or sometimes, eventually...a pied piper. Most reach maturity before they realize and accept "viva la difference". To thine own self be true is the only way to go. Keep on struttin', Frog Prince.

Thank you for the kudos.


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The Frog Prince 4 years ago from Arlington, TX

Some times a "misfit" is the best fit Amy Girl :)


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

You got that right, Prince!


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always exploring 4 years ago from Southern Illinois

And the beat goes on. I loved this. A misfit you will never be 'cos your poetry sets you free. You have a gift my friend. Bravo..


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

I love your words, Ruby, "and the beat goes on". Magnificent message that I'll hold dear to my heart. Hugs


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BobbiRant 4 years ago from New York

From the Land of the Misfits, which is where I dwell, I love this. I also love being a misfit. Who in their right mind wants to conform anyway? Viva la misfits! Great hub.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

I'm with you, Bobbi! The most fascinating, inspirational people I know are anything but ordinary. Viva la difference! Hugs


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MartieCoetser 4 years ago from South Africa

Your rhyme in here is quite impressive, Amy! And so is your entire poem.

Me too, was different than others since I can remember. For many years - 35 years - I've tried my best to be 'normal' - I even tried my best to be the best normal woman in my world. Eventually everybody indeed thought I was one of the best. But then I crashed. And fled. And started a new life. I started to do what I always wanted to do. Writing stories. And then, when I entered the world of writers, I met all my kindred souls - all of them just as different as I, each and everyone in their own way.

So who are the misfits? They or us?

This reminds me of a joke. A stutterer entered a bar and asked stuttering for a double brandy. The barman stuttered too. Then someone ordered a drink, not stuttering and the barman did not stutter. The stutterer accused the barman: "You-you-you were teteteteas-ssing mmme." And the barman answered: "Nnnoooo, I wassss te-te-teas-sing them."

Your beautiful poem, Amy, evoked a lot of memories and thoughts. Take care, my dear friend :)


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

I love that joke! It's perfect as it illustrates that it's all in the perception. Just like your question, "they or us?" Since we are all unique, I suppose, each of us finds something about the other that is unrecognizable. That's a good thing.

Back in the day, when I was growing up, my mom looked at me like I was a freak. At that time, in my teens, she didn't like me, which made me feel that there was something fundamentally wrong with me. It's different now, but at that vulnerable time in my life, the last thing I wanted was to be a misfit. I don't know if worldwide attitude changes are responsible for changing the outdated concept of a misfit to special, or if growing up changes how we value individuality. I think, to some degree, most people learn to appreciate the differences. And, the ones that don't...I don't want to hang with.

Thank you, Martie, for letting me know that you enjoyed my poem. Treat yourself well. Hugs to you


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MartieCoetser 4 years ago from South Africa

Those looks of disapproval my dearest mother used to give me since I was a little girl, changed me into a reckless rebel. It had triggered so much anger in me, I developed an urge to shock people out of their ruts. But, unfortunately, at the end of the day it was a case of 'cut my nose to spite my face'.

Anyway, Amy, everything for me had turned out for the best. Today I am extremely happy. If I don't stop myself, I will fall upward.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Your last sentence, Martie, "If I don't stop myself, I will fall upward" is what I'm working my way back to...and somedays, I'm almost there.

Although my mom thought I was a rebel, inside I was a scared, miserably self-conscious malcontent. I didn't know enough to even question my thinking that I had to be married to fit into legit adult society. I jumped in without knowing or liking either husband. I wanted to feel "normal." Martie, I am so much younger now!


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epigramman 4 years ago

..your work here, as in every piece you write, always warrants a re-read because you are such an exceptional wordsmith of emotional depth and intellect - a perfect combination I would say which makes you a world class writer and thinker in epi's humble book - needless to say you have a style like no other poet here at Hubpages and that is what makes you a creative anomaly of the highest order - lake erie time 4:13pm


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

"A creative anomaly", which I'd call a misfit of the highest order. I love that, Mr. C! Your comments fire up my brain and are inspiration in themselves. You picked the perfect time to pick me up, Colin. I just had a cry thinking about MacGregor. Grief is a bitch. It sneaks up on me with a vengence, when I least expect it. Thank you for your awesome boost.


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epigramman 4 years ago

...never worry Amy about Mister C because he is right there crying with you as I miss the magnificent Mac man too .....


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Mister C. I know MacGregor is thanking you, too.


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CrazedNovelist 4 years ago from Hampton, GA

Fun stuff Amy!! :)


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Aubrey. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

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