They told us we're insane We were under attack Helpless Afraid But we triumphed Alii Semper Vincemus!
We triumphed And everything is going to be ok But we couldn't have done it alone Without each other we would have failed
One to be friendly and social and innocent To be adored and underestimated
One to stand firm and protect and defend To keep on fighting till there's nothing left
One to charm and be unbothered by everything To be confident and relaxed and fearless
One to strategize and organize and lead to know just how to get what we want
One to prove that we are correct and whose purpose is not yet known To make mistakes but make up for them
One to keep us all together and appear as though we are solid and one To be a mix and mediate and rejoice in our triumph
We are the Others, all of us united Though difficult to understand
I have been taught that faith is about not needing to understand to believe it is real And this has been a true test of faith But the Others are as real as anyone else And I will never stop fighting for them and for me
Alii Semper Vincemus!
One day, everything will work itself out. No one said Metamorphosis would be easy. And with the Others to help and guide me, I'll be ok. We all will.
This is the first poem I wrote actually using the name the Others. They have been referenced in lots of other poems and even co-wrote a lot of them, but this is the first time I've been brave enough to truly share them. Inspired to share by another young, misunderstood plural, Thanks for being yourselves!