Disclaimer: I do not, have not, and never will own the play Wicked. In fact I have never even seen it. I have a friend who's obsessed, though, and she talks about it 24/7, so it got me thinking...
This is my first Wicked fanfic, a poem actually, based on the musical, which I've never even seen! I really want to see it, though! I hope you like it! Please review!
Dedicated to my best friend, Ms.DefyGravity11, who inspires me to be the best I can be. Thanks so much!
This is in Elphaba's POV. Enjoy and don't forget to review!!
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Wicked.
People consider me Wicked.
But what is Wicked?
First dictionary definition:
Morally very bad,
Evil.
This is how everyone sees me,
As a disgusting, vile creature.
But secondary definition,
The definition no one has taken into account:
Of exceptional quality or degree.
This is what no one thinks of when they hear "Wicked."
This is what they are afraid of.
People are afraid of things that are Wicked,
For they are new,
Different,
Unique.
This is what I am.
So I am Wicked after all.