Aelfbee

I never knew my ears were odd

Because they came to points like no one else's

Until I went to school for public teasings

As if I were human, but of some other species.

So when I was eleven

I escaped in books of fantasy

And there met creatures elven

And others even more fantastical.

Still I could not shake the stigma

Of being different

And wished my pointed ears away.

Half granted, an ear ripped off one day.

And now I look a bit Van Gogh-ish

With a wish that one ear left

Is enough to grant me passage

Aboard a ship that's sailing west.

Though no longer in a hurry to board her

To lands far, far away

For I've been given offspring here

Who are just as weird as me.