My anti freak show poem.

I've never been to a freak show but I find the idea quite cruel so,this is pure imagination and written from the 'freaks' point of view.

We according to you are the freaks,
in being freaky aren't we at our peaks?
In front of internally numb and
physically normal people we are displayed,
with this our dignity and self respect does fade.

The woman with the long black beard,
looks quite weird,
the truth is not working is her hormonal gear.
Has anyone ever thought?
We go through a lot?

What is it you see in us?
The term 'freak' does create an internal and emotional fuss.
You come to the 'freak show',
for that time you sit in a row,
you do feel better about yourself though.

The dwarf said,
I might be shorter than all of you
and to satisfy your self insecurities to see us the 'freaks',
to get a ticket you'll stand in a queue.

Don't you think calling us freaks is wrong?,
said the man with the small head with the,
big horn.

If you call us freaks,
you ain't meek.
We are also emotional,
don't you ignorant people realise it's all hormonal?