Black Sheep
I was a rebellious, troubled child
with a propensity for mischief;
and was always running away.
No halo ever crowned my head;
color me troublesome and argumentative!
I'd skip school at least twice a week,
earning me repeated beatings;
but I didn't care!
My spirit felt shackled to restrictive rules
by a paper-thin chain that I did my best to break,
constantly testing the 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;
and 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 want to brand me
a black sheep, a reprobate, a rogue,
and a scoundrel.
But I see things differently;
they are trying to standardize
and compartmentalize me;
but I will 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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