We live on the precipice
Never knowing where we'll be
     Next
When we will fit in
When we will be removed
     Rejected
Behaviours distract
From those under that Bell Curve
It's not their fault
    "We choose our actions."
We retreat
Again
Up or down, but always away
To whispers from those
Sure that they know
What's best for us
    (What's best for them)

We pretend not to hear
But he asks me as we walk away.
We aren't sheep, I tell him.
They must separate us out.
    The shepard won't claim us.
Mountain goats.

I tell him:
We have crags,
   We are resilient
We have provisions from God
and blue skies
   our abilities are unique
        and our hairs are numbered
             wild, though they may be.
Created
     not less than
          but for the precipice
              
And gifted
    with a wide perspective