In the fields of individuals bringing a collective energy,
all compressed to be preprogrammed into one color,
to only sing one song,
And then you arrived...light, filled with a glorious shine...
You, with your different thoughts, your different view point, your different song…so different from all the others..
You, told never to stand up, stay low, don't stand out…lest they cut you down, and be no more...
They even played songs for you as a child to remember this programing…
“One of these things is not like the other, One of these things just doesn’t belong…”
Yet you stand there, not in defiance,
Just fearless,
For you don't know how to be any other way...
Thus you say...
“Yes, I do belong”
Original poem written by me for Steemit " )
"We can make it if we tryyyyyy..." ~ Sly and the Family Stone~
