Left-Handed, Right-Minded

Another Angle. Same Brilliance.

The world may not be built for lefties, but lefties keep building anyway. This is for the ones who create, adapt, and thrive—on their own terms.

To the one who writes in reverse light,

whose hand follows the sun, not chases it—

this world wasn’t made for you,

but you wrote against the grain,

carving your own path through it.

You, with notebooks smeared in ink,

elbows bumped at crowded tables,

scissors never quite fitting—

and yet you cut sharp and clean,

drawn, sliced, made in reverse.

Your left hand curves over corners.

You tilt the page, shift the angle,

flipping the script with trails of ink,

undaunted by design that forgot you—

you shape new ways forward.

In a world that favors the other side,

you prove that rules can bend and break.

There are several paths to one place,

drawn in backward, forward strokes,

with unapologetic grace.

You are the southpaw artist,

the inverted poet,

the left-handed architect of your own.

Left-field thoughts by nature,

by necessity, by the beauty of being you.

So here’s to the leftie:

not lesser, not wrong,

but rare.

Mirror writing, real thinking—

right in your own brilliant way.