The Deviant Black Sheep
THE DEVIANT BLACK SHEEP
My flock is immensely proud,
each one stands tall in the crowd,
not me, I keep my stature small,
I get dwarfed amongst you all.
Mental power you show with flair,
none in the world you seem to care.
I’m the weakling, at heart so soft,
for my empathy I’m always scoffed.
All the time you loudly declare,
what you do and what you are.
In your midst I remain so quiet,
my genuine dues I could never get.
I’m branded as an ingroup deviant,
for in the family I’m the least pliant.
I’m the odd one, my own person,
on my candid way I want to go on.
In my lineage a lone misfit I’ve been,
but for me life is not about fitting in.
Life is about standing out in the heap
where I’m happy being a black sheep.
July 11, 2019
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2019
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