The Black Sheep
The prototype -vs- The polished versions
Imaginary wool that doesn't match, separated
from the flock.
Just reflect what they are.
They speak in implications and secret codes,
Do they resent you for making everything
crystal clear?
The Black Sheep learned the truth has no
inside. Black Sheep is your honesty called
"Aggression" their silence is called "Peace"?
Being called "Difficult" for naming what
everyone pretends to agree to ignore.
They refuse to acknowledge the prayer, the
Black Sheep were born first but cursed last.
The uncut Gem too sharp for the polished
settings where the rest of the clan lives.
The mirror hung backwards, it showed the
truth, so they face it toward the wall.
"The Black Sheep "does not" apologize for
its wool.
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