And, I can't help but wonder
that with these eyes and this nose,
my mouth… with lines and the scars
that fill my face and make me different,
I wonder what it means to be deformed?
Am I de-formed in the sense
that I'm underdeveloped like the doctors say-
a banausic face rather than an inspired one-
doomed to be an oddity of a man?
Forever plagued with the 'uh, oh, whoa's'
that people usher forth in reaction to my acquaintance?
Why vilipend something that is unique
by barraging me with disparaging remarks?
I am endemic: a one man's land.
I am a new breed, a new species.
I wonder that I am none other than a wonder.