Different

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 oppressed.

She is the traitor, the immoral

And the countless other things

That follow her title

of difference

Her title that will always precede her

That will block her path

The title, that she will have to break down

And build back up innumerable times

To forge her own path to success

And succeed she will!

But in the end, we’ll have returned

We’ll come back to the difference.

Because she is Different, It is Said

Whether Destined or Desired,

They Don’t Know

 But She is Different.

-Poem Fanatic