I'm a mutant; I run on processed sugar, refined food stuffs, and anything that comes within nom-ing distance.
I'm a mutant; my body turned against a select part of itself, because it was... bored? (No, the scientists don't really know why) and now, I fight for everyday, because,
I'm a mutant; I see more than many people bother to see. Yes, I'm aware I used to write letters, in hopes the internet would find a way to mail them in. Yes, I'm aware I used to carve spite, and fright and fear, into a glowing mystical rectangle, full of fluids.
I still carve and polish that rectangle.
Because I'm a mutant; I can change my habbits, change my thoughts, change until I'm a better mutant amongst mutants.
I'm mighty, because I'm a mutant; I'm not an x-man, but as much a freak to freaks who think they aren't freaks, because they rocket around in steel, and wear synthetic, and natural fibers, woven to cover the state the mutants are born in.
I'm mighty as a mutant, for I had to fight to be proud of myself, when so many people just look down on themselves. Other egotists look down on others, but perspective is a funny thing, because looking down is just looking up, if you know what I mean.
I'm a mutant, and that's okay, I really do like it that way. Strive for acceptance, but never at the cost of me and my mutant ways.
I'm a mutant, with my caffeinated coffee, my taste for things not exactly sweet, not exactly bitter. Spice, and pure heat, the various ways to cook meat, the seasonings of seasons, and the subtleties I miss, as often as I notice.
I'm a mutant, and I like it that way. I create, for that is what gives my life meaning, instead of the hamster wheel I run in temporarily, so I can make ends meet. I'm figuring out a solution, for this condition called society, with thirsty sobriety, and sobering thirsts. With its greed and entitlement, from it's deviant norms, and drab deviants.
I'm a mutant, hear me roar, "You will not take from me, any more. I will create to spite, and destroy to build, I am whimsical, and mystical, and hysterical, on film." That last bit was non-sense, but it makes more sense than a lot of cents put together.
I'm a mutant, who ponders, wonders, "could we be happy, if we could stop killing, and stealing, from each other?"
I'm a mutant, who watches the antics of romantics, and wonder if its true that love is what blinds, or if it is desperation to not be alone.
I'm a mutant, because I learned to be okay with being alone, and finding that I'm never really alone.
I'm a mutant, who's learned to live in the present, when I used to live forever in a future, I could never quite get to from where my body was living.
I'm a mutant, and I'm happy about it. Different, and deviant. Mutant, and Me.
