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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 © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 7/22/2019 10:47:00 AM
Great poetic story! Congrats Emile.
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Emile Pinet
Date: 7/22/2019 10:56:00 AM
Thanks Jeanne, I appreciate your support my friend, Emile.
Date: 7/8/2019 2:12:00 PM
Hello Emile, I like this poem. I don't think tthat you are a black sheep now. I happen to ponder that you out grew this now. have a niceday my friend.
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Emile Pinet
Date: 7/8/2019 2:24:00 PM
Thanks Darlene, your right, those days are long gone my friend, Emile.

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