Different. It is said Whether Destined or Desired, They don’t know But She is Different. It’s a Longing, For something unforeseen, that She has It’s A need that cannot be Culled, Or cured or confiscated or commandeered; It’s A sentiment, That cannot be stripped That cannot be seized It is a sentiment that grows Unruly, restless, climbing through her Threatening to escape through every breath, To Pour out with every conversation To prove her wrong, To prove her different But the drive, the dedication, the desire she has Shouldn’t be destroyed for the difference. Shouldn’t be ripped apart, piece by piece For the person that she is Nor should everything be shredded, From her values to her beliefs, From her success to her strength Merely, Merely, For her Difference. But torn apart, she will be And left untouched She will never be She is the difference. Not just that Here, she is the crime The secret, the oppre...
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