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The One
I've always been the one to "rock the boat". I've always been the one to stand up and speak out. I've always been the one to go against the current and disturb the still waters. I've always been the one to create sound where there is silence. I've always been the one to shine light into others' faces, even when the light was too bright and painful. I've always been the one to rip off band aids and show them what's hurting under there. I've always been the one to step right into the madness, without caution nor warning. I've always been the one to provoke the emotions of others and allowed their emotions to affect me however it pleased. I've always been the drop of oil in a river of milk. Just as I have broken the pattern in this poem, I've always been the wildflower amongst a field of roses. How dare I? How dare I step outside of tradition? How dare I associate with the gold haired boy who told me to think for myself? How dare I let his words influence red knowledge, white anger, and blue freedom? Have I gone mad? Was I not taught better? This is where knowledge meets sanity, I guess. This is where fear meets confidence, I hope. This is where my future meets my calling, I see.
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