From the time
Which I understood my thoughts,
I knew I was destined to be
Apart.

Never was I meant to be –
One of them.
Chilling in someone else’s plan,
With a white picket fence.

I was going to be something,
Small or great –
Just anything that wasn’t
That.

Now I sit here
Still young and ambitious,
Yet ever more ridiculous.
The only difference between
Me and them,
Is I’m doing it without a man.