Lefties walk our own way
down the left side of the path.
We look left first to cross the street
Then, right to do the math.
Clever in our right-brained view
We stick out while at school,
up at bat on our side
resolve to bend some rules.
When we’re five, we dress ourselves
Then cry to be the same
But to righties backward
Southpaws to retrain.
So we will continue doodling and rebelling,
and smudge our S.A.T.’s in our basic retelling
We’ll study where we sit in the lunchroom
but in vain
Whacking righties’ elbows,
and ribs with leftie game.
Because the odd ones out
have the opposite way,
to hone our skills now super
And spurred will stay,
This leftie poet trooper.
1/27/26
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C. S. De Dona
Author, Poet, Photographer, domestic violence survivor, and naturalized immigrant, Cornelia is currently an Arts and Letters member of The Southwest Florida Branch of The National League Of American Pen Women.
Cornelia lived in Kaneohe, Hawaii, for thirty-six years. Also, seven years in the Mid-Hudson Valley of New York. She now resides in North Fort Myers, Florida.
Her poems and photography are published in print, online, and in Rain Bird, a literary and art journal of the University of Hawaii's Windward Community College (2008-2013).
In 2013, Cornelia received Rain Bird's Kolokolea Poetry Prize for her poem, "Speaking French."
In 2016, her chapbook "Hawaiian Time," entered in the National League of American Pen Women's Vinnie Ream contest, was awarded third place in their inaugural multi-discipline category.
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