there are those of you who are alike, you are defined as “normal”
then there is out kind those of us who walk this world with fire in our eyes We are a different breed. few and far between but always, there.
We bear a deep rooted mark, a beautiful deep shade of indigo it is a mark you cannot see or feel but a mark no less
We are not like you We think not with out heads, but with our hearts We do not feel with our skin We feel with our soul.
Your school system, kills us
Your teachers tell us “Sit down, shut up and pay attention, I have all the answers”. don’t make me laugh
We show you our gifts, our special talents. You label us as disruptive and hyperactive. You call us ADD and ADHD. You suppress us with pills. We only feel you oppress us.
You think that by beating us down and locking away our gifts, You will get us to follow your system.
that won’t happen because we are special because we bear the mark
We may seem sweet, but don’t cross us.
We have fire in our eyes so hot it will burn holes in your soul We have minds so sharp they could cut you in half We have caustic, whip like tongues that could tear you apart in a heartbeat.
so no, we won’t sit down shut up and pay attention we will raise hell, until you accept us as your equal and give us the respect we deserve, need
such is the curse of the mark we bear such is the blessing of the mark we bear