Ambidexterity
Was born with this quaint skill
But blessed in my perplexity
I use both hands which I feel
Explains the Creativity.
With either hand - yes, I can write
With them I cook, and paint or sew
I draw with the left, that's alright
Write with the right hand, even so.
There is no conflict in my brain
No stress or anxiety at all
Though my arteries do cause me pain
I am quite happy I am normal!
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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