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Jul 25
They say I do not fit,
Like a square peg in a round hole, I shouldn’t be.  

They say I ought not exist,
Because who I am does not match their script.  

They say I do not belong here,
For ‘difference’ is not a word we understand here.

They say “we do not want you",
So, run and hide like the ones before you.
In their eyes, I am a pariah, an outcast, a loner, a target, I am many things,
I am a guitar without the strings  

On the basis of my uniqueness, I am ostracized.  

For I am coloring outside the lines,
I am something they can’t define.

I am crisscrossed, zig-zagged,
I am not exact.  

I am jazz, wild and unstructured,
They say a bit fractured.  

I am disruption, I am chaos,
But that’s the stuff that makes us.  

I am not a perfect symphony,
But really, who needs to be?
This is for anyone and everyone who has ever felt like they don't belong.
Roberta Moshe
Written by
Roberta Moshe  19/F
       Folake, Mercedes Quammie and Steven
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