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.