Black Sheep
I was a rebellious, troubled child
with a predilection for mischief
and was always running away.
No halo ever hovered above my head;
color me trouble with a capital T!
I'd skip school at least twice a week
earning stern scolding and repeated beatings,
but I didn't care...
I engaged in tomfoolery,
for in those moments, I was alive.
My spirit felt shackled to someone else's rules
by a paper-thin chain that I tried my best to break,
but they'd just reinforce the weakest link.
And yet, I did not bend to conformity
or blend into the background like a shadow.
I lit a blaze of blinding light
and didn't hide it 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.
But I see it differently,
they were trying to standardize
and compartmentalize me;
but I would have none of it.
No one has the right to subjugate or judge me.
I answer only to myself, my God
and my conscience.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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