redheaded left handed bastard chile…

I was born pure and free
before a domestication factor in multiples of three
the most secure I’ve ever been actually
yet a babe they couldn’t just let be
cuz me grand mum decided I wasn’t right
in fact I was left
and on the family name a blight
and so the change began
with smacks for my own good
when I used the wrong hand
as I grabbed for something they called food

we read starting left
but then we finish to the right
our sociological economics lean insidiously toward the uptight
what is left but bad people who want to be paid to create
or lust for a career as a funky potentate

I’ve always been confused
which hand to reach with
which foot to lead with
which appendage to use
and maybe that’s why I’m perceived ADD
and I can’t quite get with the great Machiavelli

so here is my task
one I’ll never be able to mask
I’m learning all over to lead with my left
as was before the world went black
and my ears turned deft

its not an easy thing
to toss away years of wrong thinking
and my left hand is not sure what to make of it all
but I’ve restrung my guitar
and reversed the pen and ink
and maybe I should wait before slicing the veggies
lest I lop off another digit in the sink