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!
