Black Sheep
A rebellious, curious child
with a propensity for mischief:
I was always running away.
No halo ever crowned my head:
I was troublesome and argumentative!
I'd skip school at least twice a week,
earning me repeated beatings:
but I didn't care!
I felt shackled to restrictive rules
by a suppressive chain that I did my best to break:
constantly testing its weakest link.
And, I did not bend to conformity:
nor blend into the night like a shadow.
Instead, I was a blaze of blinding light:
that I didn't hide under a bushel.
I may have been born helpless:
but I was no lamb,
to be led by a flock mentality.
Society's shepherds branded me
a black sheep, a reprobate, a rogue,
and a scoundrel.
And because I flew outside their radar:
they tried to standardize
and compartmentalize me:
but I'd have none of it.
No one has the right to subjugate or judge me:
I answer only to myself, my God,
and my conscience.
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