Looking at the word through my window.
Feeling like I don't fit in.
People in the crowds..they are all the same.
I don't want their fads, I don't want their trends.
Holding my double XL heart out to this ugly word in my tiny hands.
Listening to my heart, ignoring my brain.
My courage has grown through my pain.
Seeing this world's beauty..lives in my veins.
I was made to be part of the change.
Cut from fabric you can't find in stores.
It must be bred.
My mind and my heart both not set up to*  make pretend.
Birds of a feather..
I make sunshine from stormy weather.
It's going to be a long journey but I...
I have visions of better.



-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016