Black sheep of the family that is me,
middle sibling of three.
No -one talks visits or phones
Yet when they all talk about me its nothing good they all just moan.
Guess im ment to be all alone.
Love,talk,and care i wished I recieved from you.
I wish things was different I really do
Us siblings once was close,
but now drift so far away
I look back on the old good day
Why does everyone push me out
All I can do is cry and shout..
But on my own I will survive without a doubt.
I used to think blood meant forever,
That family would never hurt you.
“Blood’s thicker than water,” right?
But I take the water—
Wash away the blood,
Remove the red-soaked stains from my life.
Blood thicker than water?
Maybe in another life.
Family—
A word that holds little meaning,
A word they never earned.
They should have been my safe space,
Yet now there’s just an empty space,
A place I no longer belong.
I’m still here,
But they are gone.
I’m the black sheep of the family,
You could say different from the rest.
I never fit, no matter how much
I changed my shape or colour.
I tried to change,
Tried to blend in,
But I hated that I had to pretend—
Pretend to be one of them.
I finally realized maybe the black sheep isn’t bad.
Maybe being different
Is the realest thing this family has ever had.
O, strange, unusual, odd one.
You never seem to fit in; you always find yourself in front of the gun.
Always at the end of scurrilous attacks
They aim and shoot vitriol with their shameful acts.
But fitting in was never a part of the plan.
Apart, you were set apart to do a great work that most will never understand.
Yes. The black sheep of the family by far
When you walk, when you talk, their burning desire is to pull the veil on your star.
But shine, you will.
So, peace be still.
And be ashamed of your calling? This you should never be.
You were chosen to stand and tell a beautiful story.
The black sheep of the family.
It's how you've made me feel, you see!
I cannot do no right from wrong.
Why can't we all just get along?
I'm often always criticized.
As well as feeling ostracized.
By those that I do love the most.
I can remember when that we were close.
An outcast out there on their own.
Sometimes can feel they're so alone.
Just adding to the whole frustration.
Whilst feeling like In isolation.
What did I do that was so wrong?
Now twisted thoughts are oh, so strong.
The fact I wouldn't tow your line.
Can I just ask, is this a crime?
The black sheep tag that burdens me.
Is something that you just don't see.
It's just a way you've made me feel.
Those feelings raw and oh, so real.
The olive branch i offered you.
Was a feeling of the déjà vu.
The fact that we've been here before.
You'd think we'd learned and knew the score!
I hope one day we'll reconscile.
The thought of this it makes me smile.
But still I wear this coat of wool.
The one that's black, because of you.
Black sheep to goat
Pull out a pen & pad and please take note
But make sure the pad is thick and the pen is filled with ink
'Cause I have a truckload of information that'll make you think
This tale is not for the faint of heart
The clandestine dealings behind the veil from the very start
Who would've thought the main character would be little ol' me?
Yes. Little humble me, the black sheep of the family
Quiet vitriol figured prominently in the familial landscape
I thought it was about giving, receiving, and showing love, but I realized I had to escape
Run, yes, run to my beautiful destiny
Away, far away from dark energy
I pondered as I wandered... just reeling
Why or How could this be while I licked my wounds, waiting for healing?
But as I looked within for refuge and solace
Edifying messages from ancestral guides kept whispering, "You got this; now keep the promise."
So, the promise I shall humbly keep
Today I am the goat; gone is the day of the black sheep
There in benny street im in a heap
bright water all around me
Im a cheap wine in a drunken drain
I don't need anyone dancing around me
If I were a black sheep of the family
I pillow down
I kick all my belongs
down rainbows end
Cant get a grip of the ground
Im upside down, the right way
Always the breeze
waking dreams leave me tired
Falling back again
bright water all around me
My mom
one of six daughters
a wild one not easily tricked
or oppressed
if she hears no she says what who and why
she makes noise when expected to be silent
the black sheep of the family
fire and fury in her veins
a rebel
ready to protect
Her beautiful voice
she can sing
I know because her
song beats in my memory
She can cook too
memorable french fries her grandchildren boast
fluffy mashed potatoes only a few granddaughters can replicate
Fried chicken not sure if this recipe was passed down
and the homemade tortillas mm mm good a necessity but a treat for us kids
so much more
but for me my mom gave me the gift of faith
My mom unique and my one only true Love.
If every black sheep of the family
Became a billionaire
Then maybe others of that family
Would want then more to share.
It is so then they’ll testify,
“By God, we have not been unfair!”
If so by God then answer please,
“What did it cost to care?”
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
For years they live in shadow
For years they've been mistreated
For years they've been ignored and pushed aside
Black sheep of the family
Blamed for everything
From the broken window to the last place in line
Who is to care?
Seems no one
As long as nothing is broken
Nothing needs to fix
Who is to say we are perfect?
Yet we don't realize the growing malignant malady
Oh America you are supposed to be the beacon of the world
Yet you fall so
You seem deaf to the voice within
The voice of reason
You seem to make up your mind on certain things and not see the obvious
What caused you to be the judge?
Or are you now a juror?
Say bypass
Minds all made up
Fine
You will see once and for all
Who is the juror and who is the judge
None of thee
God does not make anything imperfect
Yet you continue to insist it is
Time to owe up to our mistake
And let our Ruler to be the judge
Time is a wasting
Can't afford to lose it
Time is the essence
Let's not be blowing it
Time is unknown
Let's not misspending it
You can do it
You can correct it
And make it right!!
Hola
All eggs are White when Laid
But some may not be as good as others
Even if kept safely in a safe environment
you only come to know about this
(unless you had tested them for fitness in some other way)
when they crack and at least one of them
Turns out to be a bad bad egg
Like a black sheep of the family!
Our Families all done great things
Such deeds to make you proud
But I've always been the black sheep
That stands out in our crowd
I've took too many chances
And swam the seven seas
While all our clan grew businesses
Gained wealth and PHD's
But you'll never hear a bad word spoken
For all the things that I have done
As you love to hear the tales
Of me reaching for the sun
You never once have judged me
When I choose a different path
Cause your eyes shine when I'm with you
And I always make you laugh
Your the first to scream for justice
When my sky is falling down
For you know there is a difference
Between wild and a clown
I'm the black sheep of the family
But still your heart I've won
As I measure all of my sucess
By being your Grandson
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